03-20-2020, 02:12 PM
Now were people really can get into trouble is by listening to people that don't know what they are talking about and not checking with proper data and information.
I was at a local open to anybody shooting range set up by the National Forest people. Some fellow shows up with a M1 Carbine and sets up his stuff on a table at the far end away from where I was shooting. All of a sudden I hear what sounded like the time I fired a 7mm STW with a muzzle break out of a shooting house and forgot to put my ear plugs in. I looked over to the guy and he is laying on his back having fallen off the bench. I ran over to him to check him. He gets up and starts to shake his hands but I see no damage. He said they felt like they had been hit by a hammer. I looked at his carbine and it is in pieces. The bolt is missing. I find the guys hat and it has the bill of the hat with a big ripped hole in it. I walk out into the parking lot behind and I find the mangled bolt of the rifle. I start asking questions of where he got the ammo etc. First off I discovered that this guy was not the brightest bulb in the box. He was a new hand loader. He went to a big box store, can't remember which one, to purchase all his stuff. He was told by the person at the store that for his 30 carbine he should use BULLSEYE powder. He said that he did not know there was specific data for powders to load with or how much powder you were supposed to use. He thought you just filled up a case and seated a bullet on top of it and since the fellow at the store told him BULLSEYE was the powder he should use he just filled up the case and seated a bullet. I hope this fellow did not breed. His genes do not need to be in the pool. He was a very lucky idiot that the bolt only went through his hat brim and not his head.
Next time I went to this range as I had just finished shooting and was packing up a car pulls into the lot. Six guys that looked like they came from the movie Deliverance pile out and two throw beer bottles up into the woods. As I was taking my last bit of stuff to the truck I hear them talking. They are going to sight in the new scope for one of them that was just put on a Rem. 742 30-06. One of the fellows walks down to the 100 yard target back and puts up a piece of cardboard with a target on it. I then hear him shout, "shoot one and I will see where you hit". He then proceeds to just walk about 10 feet to the right of the target. As I quickly drive out of the parking lot I hear the rifle fire. That is the last time I ever went to that range.
I was at a local open to anybody shooting range set up by the National Forest people. Some fellow shows up with a M1 Carbine and sets up his stuff on a table at the far end away from where I was shooting. All of a sudden I hear what sounded like the time I fired a 7mm STW with a muzzle break out of a shooting house and forgot to put my ear plugs in. I looked over to the guy and he is laying on his back having fallen off the bench. I ran over to him to check him. He gets up and starts to shake his hands but I see no damage. He said they felt like they had been hit by a hammer. I looked at his carbine and it is in pieces. The bolt is missing. I find the guys hat and it has the bill of the hat with a big ripped hole in it. I walk out into the parking lot behind and I find the mangled bolt of the rifle. I start asking questions of where he got the ammo etc. First off I discovered that this guy was not the brightest bulb in the box. He was a new hand loader. He went to a big box store, can't remember which one, to purchase all his stuff. He was told by the person at the store that for his 30 carbine he should use BULLSEYE powder. He said that he did not know there was specific data for powders to load with or how much powder you were supposed to use. He thought you just filled up a case and seated a bullet on top of it and since the fellow at the store told him BULLSEYE was the powder he should use he just filled up the case and seated a bullet. I hope this fellow did not breed. His genes do not need to be in the pool. He was a very lucky idiot that the bolt only went through his hat brim and not his head.
Next time I went to this range as I had just finished shooting and was packing up a car pulls into the lot. Six guys that looked like they came from the movie Deliverance pile out and two throw beer bottles up into the woods. As I was taking my last bit of stuff to the truck I hear them talking. They are going to sight in the new scope for one of them that was just put on a Rem. 742 30-06. One of the fellows walks down to the 100 yard target back and puts up a piece of cardboard with a target on it. I then hear him shout, "shoot one and I will see where you hit". He then proceeds to just walk about 10 feet to the right of the target. As I quickly drive out of the parking lot I hear the rifle fire. That is the last time I ever went to that range.