Similar story.
My buddy and I were at an indoor range (it being winter and a bit chilly); this range allows you to do some rapid fire, or come up from a low ready, if the right guy is working the range and it's a dead afternoon...which it was; beisdes a couple of guys at the far end of the range, my buddy and I had the range to ourselves.
A gentleman arrives, and begins setting up to sight in a .22, right next to our lane. My buddy and I are practicing double taps, mozambiques, all that fun stuff...
and he comes over and tells us that our practice is making it difficult for him to concentrate, could we please refrain.
Except he wasn't nearly as polite as I just typed it.
We suggested that since we had been at the range for close to an hour before he arrived, he may want to move down to a different lane; he looked at us like we had lobsters crawling out of our ears.
The lane he was on had better light. We should acommodate him and move down (moving all of our attendant range bags, etc, etc, etc...). My buddy looked at me and said that we're just going to take a few more shots, we'll be leaving soon--that he should go ahead and shoot.
The gentleman gives us a pained look for daring to interfere with his plans, and resumes his sighting in.
My buddy removes his 4" .500 S&W from his range bag.
If you've ever been in an indoor range when one of these monsters is uncorked, you know how the concussion is...a bit extreme. Let alone the muzzle flash.
The gentleman left without even bidding us good day.
When we signed out, the guy working the range was laughing...seems this gentleman is a bit of a pain in the keister, they had issues with him before, and he was just an all around unpleasant person...and he swore he'd never go that particular range again.
We got free passes for our next visit.
