I went to the range tonight to shoot and there was a Federal Police Officer there practicing. He informed me that he had reserved the range for his practice session that evening and that I should take my gear down to the 50M range if i wanted to shoot. He would need all of the 100 yard range -all six firing stations- for his practice.
I was instantly irritated. You can not 'reserve' our range for one person, and the Cops are banned from organized practice during the month leading up to hunting season anyhow. I politely told him to kiss my a&& and asked him if the range was safe to put up a target. He said he would let me shoot as it was getting on to dark anyhow and yes, the range was safe. I pulled out a life sized deer cut-out my girlfriend was practicing on over the last few weeks. It has masking tape patches all over the chest and he kind of snorted out a laugh. I alked down to the 100M backer, set up the target and came back. He pronounced the range hot. He then just watched me. I fired five shots standing with my Tikka 7mm-08 and called a cease fire to go look. He followed me down to collect his targets but wandered to my deer target first: All five rounds went a bit over just 3 inches center to center.
Inside I was, as you say, well chuffed and thanking the red gods of shooting (that normally allow only a 4-5" group) for letting me shoot this small group in this jerk's presence. I looked at the target critically and said, "Well. I guess that will have to do" and pulled it down.
He was still down range when I pulled away.
Lord, that was fun. ~Muir