#3 - Totally not her fault. Anybody who puts a TV downrange is asking for it to be destroyed. No matter what anybody is sending downrange (gun range, knives, hatchets, grenades, artillery, whatever) you NEVER count on it going where it's supposed to! That's the POINT of a range, is it not?
I used to bring the students in my military history class out to my range to shoot the vintage weapons they had been studying, everything from a Brown Bess up to a civilian version of a G-3. One such was an M-1 carbine, a loaner from a friend who had (God help us) mounted a scope on it. We had a safety brief, a basic opertional tutorial for each weapon, and then set up the firing line.
My target racks are set up at the end of a 40-foot shed where I used to give CCDW classes for the state of Kentucky. The shed has a tin roof set on steel girders and was built to handle tall farm equipment; it's about fifteen feet from the ground to the bottom of the girders. Since we were shooting rifles, I backed the firing line up to about fifty yards (so even the new-to-guns students could feel good about hitting the target), shooting under the shed.
Now, I take range safety seriously, especially with a gaggle of college students, some of which have never fired a weapon. I was on the line, keeping an eagle eye on the shooters. I wasn't worried about what was going on down range, as my targets back on a steep hillside that rises about 75 feet starting 20 feet behind the racks. If somebody misses, the only thing they're going to hurt is a pine tree. I was wrong.
Little girl comes up on the line to take her turn with the carbine. She has never shot before. I carefully show her how to load the magazine, seat the magazine, chamber the round, take off the safety, and explain that she needs to sight through the scope and center on the target. Then I watch her very carefully, as she is the type that might fire a round, squeal with glee and then turn around to mug at her friends behind the line, sweeping a dozen people with a muzzle in the process. She blazed her way through a fifteen-round magazine, then I relieved her of the weapon, safed it, and we trooped down to the targets.
Not a single hole in the B-26 silhouette. Not a single hole on the paper. No holes in the boards that hold the target racks.
Twelve holes in the last two steel girders and three sheets of tin at the range end of the shed.
She thought that if any part of the target could be seen through the scope, she was dead on, and then started closing her eye while pulling the trigger because the recoil frightened her. I didn't say anything harsh, but she proceeded to work herself into a crying panic attack, convinced I was going to give her an F for the class for shooting up my roof, and I wound up on the phone with her mother, who she had called to tell that she was going to flunk out of college. It's always fun to be a histry perfesser.
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#3 - Totally not her fault. Anybody who puts a TV downrange is asking for it to be destroyed. No matter what anybody is sending downrange (gun range, knives, hatchets, grenades, artillery, whatever) you NEVER count on it going where it's supposed to! That's the POINT of a range, is it not?
ReplyDeleteJohn G.
It's her fault...
DeleteOh yeah it's her fault.
DeleteJD
I agree, I'll bet they moved them after that proof of concept
DeleteHer fault!
DeleteShe was way behind the actual throw line. Check out the barstools "down range".
Hey! That there Tv wasza axing for it!
DeleteHer fingers were greasy from that pork chop she just ate, causing the knife to slip from her fingers a bit early.
DeleteNo 3 is like my SIL at the indoor gun range. Shot the roof aiming at target downrange.
ReplyDeleteI used to bring the students in my military history class out to my range to shoot the vintage weapons they had been studying, everything from a Brown Bess up to a civilian version of a G-3. One such was an M-1 carbine, a loaner from a friend who had (God help us) mounted a scope on it. We had a safety brief, a basic opertional tutorial for each weapon, and then set up the firing line.
DeleteMy target racks are set up at the end of a 40-foot shed where I used to give CCDW classes for the state of Kentucky. The shed has a tin roof set on steel girders and was built to handle tall farm equipment; it's about fifteen feet from the ground to the bottom of the girders. Since we were shooting rifles, I backed the firing line up to about fifty yards (so even the new-to-guns students could feel good about hitting the target), shooting under the shed.
Now, I take range safety seriously, especially with a gaggle of college students, some of which have never fired a weapon. I was on the line, keeping an eagle eye on the shooters. I wasn't worried about what was going on down range, as my targets back on a steep hillside that rises about 75 feet starting 20 feet behind the racks. If somebody misses, the only thing they're going to hurt is a pine tree. I was wrong.
Little girl comes up on the line to take her turn with the carbine. She has never shot before. I carefully show her how to load the magazine, seat the magazine, chamber the round, take off the safety, and explain that she needs to sight through the scope and center on the target. Then I watch her very carefully, as she is the type that might fire a round, squeal with glee and then turn around to mug at her friends behind the line, sweeping a dozen people with a muzzle in the process. She blazed her way through a fifteen-round magazine, then I relieved her of the weapon, safed it, and we trooped down to the targets.
Not a single hole in the B-26 silhouette. Not a single hole on the paper. No holes in the boards that hold the target racks.
Twelve holes in the last two steel girders and three sheets of tin at the range end of the shed.
She thought that if any part of the target could be seen through the scope, she was dead on, and then started closing her eye while pulling the trigger because the recoil frightened her. I didn't say anything harsh, but she proceeded to work herself into a crying panic attack, convinced I was going to give her an F for the class for shooting up my roof, and I wound up on the phone with her mother, who she had called to tell that she was going to flunk out of college. It's always fun to be a histry perfesser.
# 1 Totally not what I was expecting
ReplyDelete# 5. Looks like a Doberman pup so if so it'll be clearing the tailgate soon
JD
#8 He knows where the spike strips are.
ReplyDelete#7- Nothing more fun than a basket full of rats! Looks like some kind of wagering is going on-
ReplyDelete#1- C'mon, I can't serve the salad without them!
ReplyDelete#9.... Looks like fun, wish I was clever enough to set it up when I was young.
ReplyDelete#9, think chariot races!
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