leeland
Regular Member
I spent the morning at the Bountiful Lions club shooting rifle. As I was reloading, a man walked up and announced to the shooting line that "He needed an expert". A few of us wandered over to see if we could help him. He proceeded to pull out a Mac-10 that he had "just bought from a pawn shop". He said he had no idea how to shoot it and wanted someone to shoot it for him. The gun looked very schetchy, and all of us declined.
He loaded up a mag, stepped up to the line, and after some fiddling, chambered a round. I was on the lane next to him, and decided to step away just in case it went kaboom. I was about 8ft behind him when a guy 2 lanes down shot his .338Lapua with one of those wonderful muzzle breaks that pretty much deafens those nearby. Mr. Mac-10 immediately spins a 180 looking for the big noise and manages to point his gun right at my head (finger on the trigger)!
I quickly drop to a knee and he, tracking the motion, follows me all the way down keeping his muzzle pointed at my noggin. By the time my knee hit the ground, my hand was reflexively drawing my sidearm... It made it half way out of the holster before my brain fully engaged and decided this guy wasn't *deliberately* trying to kill me.
He recovered and pointed the barrel up and then gave me this look like I was silly as he told me "Don't worry, I had the safety on". I told him (in a voice loud enough that the whole range looked over) that: "The safety is to NOT POINT IT AT MY HEAD." I don't think he even noticed that I was half way to putting a hole in him.
He said something about how he "knows gun safety", "was in the marines", "used to work at Vector Arms", and served in Afghanistan. I told him that he needed to take his gun up to the pistol range. Right about then, Mr .338 Lapua let loose again and the guy, clearly very rattled by the noise, headed out.
On the bright side, the next round of shots showed me what it's like to shoot pumped full of adrenaline.
He loaded up a mag, stepped up to the line, and after some fiddling, chambered a round. I was on the lane next to him, and decided to step away just in case it went kaboom. I was about 8ft behind him when a guy 2 lanes down shot his .338Lapua with one of those wonderful muzzle breaks that pretty much deafens those nearby. Mr. Mac-10 immediately spins a 180 looking for the big noise and manages to point his gun right at my head (finger on the trigger)!
I quickly drop to a knee and he, tracking the motion, follows me all the way down keeping his muzzle pointed at my noggin. By the time my knee hit the ground, my hand was reflexively drawing my sidearm... It made it half way out of the holster before my brain fully engaged and decided this guy wasn't *deliberately* trying to kill me.
He recovered and pointed the barrel up and then gave me this look like I was silly as he told me "Don't worry, I had the safety on". I told him (in a voice loud enough that the whole range looked over) that: "The safety is to NOT POINT IT AT MY HEAD." I don't think he even noticed that I was half way to putting a hole in him.
He said something about how he "knows gun safety", "was in the marines", "used to work at Vector Arms", and served in Afghanistan. I told him that he needed to take his gun up to the pistol range. Right about then, Mr .338 Lapua let loose again and the guy, clearly very rattled by the noise, headed out.
On the bright side, the next round of shots showed me what it's like to shoot pumped full of adrenaline.
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