Self-inflicted wound at the old range today and the son learns a lesson.
I made arrangements to meet my son, just back from the Middle-East, at the county public range that's halfway between our houses, a 45 minute trip for both.
I arrived a few minutes before him, and just as I entered the building to pay the range fees, in walks a group of middle-age couples, all laughing and yeehawing, etc. "Got a few newbies here!" one of them announced.
I'm not one for "spider senses," etc., but this sure made me hope this group was at the opposite end from me. The son enters and we pay up and find that indeed we are far away from the "Ha-has."
The range was already hot, so we sat and filled a few mags, prepped our targets, etc. until the next cold call. Less than five minutes had passed when one of the couples comes by, heading for the range office, the guy with a bloody hand dripping a trail as he goes by. My first thought was his gun had bit him, but I realized that was far too much blood for a slide bite. Sure as heck, he'd shot his hand! When the range officer asked how it happened, the guy relied, weakly, "I thought it was empty."
The guy was about to drop, the wife was freaking out, so they sat him in a chair before he collapsed.
My son keeps a medic kit in his car, so he ran to get it. Guess his Navy first-aid training was going to pay off. Meanwhile, the guy's eyes roll up and out he goes--still sitting in the chair.
My son checks the breathing (guy's out cold and snoring now) and pulse and proceeds on working to stop the bleeding. Meanwhile, I'm moving wife away, trying to convince her that hubby would be fine, it's only a minor hand wound and that hubby is only going into shock from the trama. Neither I nor my son could convince the range personnel to lay him flat and elevate the feet. I think they were afraid they wouldn't be able to get him up (kind of a big fellow).
I get the wife settled down somewhat, and the son has the hand wrapped and bleeding stemmed when two LEOs and the EMTs show up--quickly I might add!
Turns out the guy was fiddling with his 22. mag revolver when it went off in his hand, the bullet passing through and digging a gouge in the range table. Lucky for him it wasn't a .357 Mag. No piano playing for a couple of weeks.
After a 30-45 minute time-out, the range got back into business as usual. Needless to say, the happy party disappeared. The range officer told me that was the first accident in ten years, but his boss and the county commissioner were "antis" and weren't going to be happy.
After sending many 9mm, .40, .357 SIG and .45 Auto rounds (I must confess--Sigs are nice guns) downrange, we moved over to the rifle range so my boy wonder can show me his new M-14 Super-Duper sniper rifle with all toys attached. It must weigh 400 lbs.
By the way, the son is a former Marine, went to the Small Arms Intsructor course, etc. before being commisioned in the Navy. Thinks he hot stuff.
He sets the target out at 50 yds to verify the zero (it's never been fired since the scope was mounted). Fires about ten rounds and it's a couple inches high (and scattered). Then he tells me to give it a try.
I haven't fired a high-powered rifle in 20 years, never fired a .308, never fired a M-14. Four shots . . . one clover leaf hole. "Lucky shot(?)s" he says.
We set the target out to 100 yards and go for round two. He's gets a fair pattern, 2" high, spread 4" L&R of center, and turns it over to me.
The "old man" promptly puts one called flyer dead center, the rest in a quarter-size group 2" high and centered. The boy has got to learn this old dog don't need to learn any new tricks. The M-14 is nice, but wait until he sees what I can do with my Rem. 700!