WTF bassackward parts of the country do you guys live? Range fees? Range occifers? Geez, I guess I really need to appreciate the blessings this area provides for my trigger finger more.
>walk down to 200 yards to pick up my trusty, well dented by .22LR, frying pan
>walking roughly half way back to the benches
>hearing someone firing
>look up and see someone firing a large caliber revolver
>waving frying pan up in the air yelling and screaming
>hearing more firing
>moving my fat ass as fast as possible back to the firing line
>unleash verbal hell on the ignoramus with the revolver in front of his girlfriend
>proceed to hear him explain that he was shooting on the pistol side of the range and not the rifle side of the range so it was okay
>tell him, in no uncertain terms, that he is wrong
>deciding that after the third time something like this has happened to me there that I will not be using that particular range anymore