I was at the range yesterday shooting my guns on the plinking range. An older man showed up with two or three young children. He set up some targets not more than eight feet in front of the bench resting against one of the small berms, then handed a fully loaded Colt SAA replica to a kid that couldn't have been more than 8 years old. The kid couldn't even keep the gun pointed level, and was waving it all around while the older man told him several times to keep it downrange. He fired several shots into the ground, many of which were off at what seemed like a 45 degree angle, not more than five feet in front of the bench. I grabbed my rifle, case, and cleaning kit in one swoop and literally ran back to my car. Scared the hell out of me.
A similar incident happened to me about six years ago. A guy brought his young daughter to the range. He set her up at her own bench with a fully loaded Ruger Single Six, then turned his back on her to shoot his own gun. She was pointing it all over the place, and even had it pointing almost directly at me at one time. She couldn't have been more than six. He finally started paying attention to her and told her several times on separate occasions to keep it pointed downrange. As if that's going to do me any good after she puts a slug in my brain or spine.
What is it with these people?
A similar incident happened to me about six years ago. A guy brought his young daughter to the range. He set her up at her own bench with a fully loaded Ruger Single Six, then turned his back on her to shoot his own gun. She was pointing it all over the place, and even had it pointing almost directly at me at one time. She couldn't have been more than six. He finally started paying attention to her and told her several times on separate occasions to keep it pointed downrange. As if that's going to do me any good after she puts a slug in my brain or spine.
What is it with these people?