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03-28-2015, 07:13 PM
Today was my day to volunteer at the range and I count a coup any time I come home with more .45 brass that I arrived with. That was not the best part. Two older gentlemen were shooting just to the east of one of my friends. We wound up talking with them. Turns out it was a father/son tandem that showed up in separate cars. I am not sure how old the son was, but I did catch that the father was 95. He was working up loads for a Sako in .243. His worst group was about 3 inches and that was the one where he was tweaking his scope. His best group was a shade over an inch.
After they left, another gentleman showed up with a Browning hi-wall in .30-30 and a 1873 Springfield trapdoor. He generously let me take a shot with it. It really was not bad with the buffalo bore black powder loads. Turns out, he is an archeologist and is studying some of the buffalo camps/trail camps in the area.
A little after lunch, another group showed up. One of them had a universal M1 Carbine and an Inland carbine from 1942. I did not get to fondle either one, but it was neat just see a piece of history like that.
I also ran into a fellow that helps with the hunters' ed clinic. Asked me if I had ever seen any bullets like what he had and lo and behold, they were powder coat cast. Turns out he is member of the board here.
Finally, about 15 minutes before we were going to shut down. I noticed a young boy standing outside of the fence with his grandpa. I went over to talk with them. The grandfather is deaf and the grandson was signing for him. While I was talking with them, one of the shooters that I did not know from Adam came up and said he had some .22 ammo that he "Needed to shoot up" and they were welcome to have at it. They came in and both left with smiles so big I thought they might do permanent damage to their lips. Hanging out at the range really is not a bad way to spend a spring day.
After they left, another gentleman showed up with a Browning hi-wall in .30-30 and a 1873 Springfield trapdoor. He generously let me take a shot with it. It really was not bad with the buffalo bore black powder loads. Turns out, he is an archeologist and is studying some of the buffalo camps/trail camps in the area.
A little after lunch, another group showed up. One of them had a universal M1 Carbine and an Inland carbine from 1942. I did not get to fondle either one, but it was neat just see a piece of history like that.
I also ran into a fellow that helps with the hunters' ed clinic. Asked me if I had ever seen any bullets like what he had and lo and behold, they were powder coat cast. Turns out he is member of the board here.
Finally, about 15 minutes before we were going to shut down. I noticed a young boy standing outside of the fence with his grandpa. I went over to talk with them. The grandfather is deaf and the grandson was signing for him. While I was talking with them, one of the shooters that I did not know from Adam came up and said he had some .22 ammo that he "Needed to shoot up" and they were welcome to have at it. They came in and both left with smiles so big I thought they might do permanent damage to their lips. Hanging out at the range really is not a bad way to spend a spring day.