About six years ago I was at the public range (beech fork) near Huntington WV. I was working up a load for a new rifle so I was spending a bunch of time there. About 4 days a week 1 to 2 hrs a day. I got to know most of the "regulars" that shot there often.
My bad day starts when two Arabic fellows set up at the bench next to me. I was next to last, and they were last on the left of the firing line. What followed was simply too amazing for words but I'll try to give you most of the details. Instead of calling for a clear to post targets these two guys just threw a couple of shot shell boxes about 8 feet in front of me and commenced to fire. One guy was shooting an AK 47 and the other guy had a old Winchester pump shotgun (at first). They just started hosing the place down, the second guy went through all his 12 gauge ammo and then started in with his ak-74 (I think thats what it was, it had the orange plastic mag).
These guys went through about five hundred rounds (semi auto) shooting up and down, and left to right across the firing line. I'm sitting in a brass rain shower, and clumps of mud are flying around from hits 6 or 8 feet in front of me and everyone else. It was crazy, it was like something out of a bad movie.
Then the "leader" kid (the other guy spoke no English)gets out a 300 wby mk5 with just scope rings on it and starts firing (sighting through the empty rings). But instead of sitting and shooting he starts from about 10 feet behind the benches, runs up jumps onto a bench seat and shoots letting the recoil push him back off the bench. I'm watching this, speechless, as he does this about 8 times.
I'd totally stopped shooting and was just looking for a chance to leave. My problem was that I didn't want to leave my targets behind. They represented many hours of work and I wanted to get them ( you hand loaders know what I mean). I was definitely not going down range though, so I had to sit and wait.
The worst part of all this is I didn't have my ccw weapon with me, so if they had turned on the other shooters and I , I was toast. I left a .308 round in the rifle chamber and waited it out, hoping for the best.
Finally two coutny Sherriffs deputies came to shoot and these guys calmed way down and started packing up. I got my targets and got out of there. I didn't say anything to the really old and fat deputies for the obvious reasons, but I did copy their plate # and make and turned it into the FBI (my next door neighbor was an agent), and the state police 9 (located on my way home). About two weeks later my buddy thanked me on behalf of the local FBI anti terrorism unit ( he was narcotics) and that was the last I heard of it.
I have never gone to a range without my ccw weapon again!