Went to the range today (Agawam Revolver Club in Southwick MA) with a buddy to try and practice some assorted drills. Well that didnt go over well considering the rifle range was packed, and it never is! SO we decide to work on quick reaction drills and transitions instead.
Among the other two groups of people shooting, we recognize one group of them from the bar we hang out at, the other two were just a guy and his 20 something year old son.
The older guy and his son were shooting a bushmaster and once he notices that my buddy and I were shooting to quote the guy "tricked out" rifles. He started asking me about his. Now he got his off his brother from TN. As soon as I picked up I wanted nothing to do with it. It still had the bayo lug, collapsable stock and FH. I informed him of MA state laws and how his rifle was a no go. I politely told him to go speak to the owner of a local shop and he remove the bay lug install a comp and pin the stock for a small fee.
The best part this isnt even the "OOPS' moment yet.
The group of other guys from that I know from the bar are about my age (25). Two of them just got thier LTC's and took a couple of other buddies to the range with them. We let them shoot our AR's and we shot the shit for a few etc. Well now comes time to leave and these guys pack up and take off. My buddy and I are picking up our brass and we notice these guys left a rifle behind.
The rifle that was left behing was a Harrington and Richards (I think) Model 157 22 hornet with a nice new Burris Optic, and It belonged to one the the kids father!
The worst part was that me nor my buddy knew thier names, we just knew the fancied the same establishement as us. Luckily the bartender on duty today is the normal bartender that is always there and she knows everyone of them and has most of their cell phone numbers. So after about 45 min to an hour I was able to get the rifle re-united with its owner.
This whole ordeal got me thinking on how much it would break my heart if I had left a rifle or pistol behind. Not that I would becuase they are like my children but you get the idea.
-DM-
Among the other two groups of people shooting, we recognize one group of them from the bar we hang out at, the other two were just a guy and his 20 something year old son.
The older guy and his son were shooting a bushmaster and once he notices that my buddy and I were shooting to quote the guy "tricked out" rifles. He started asking me about his. Now he got his off his brother from TN. As soon as I picked up I wanted nothing to do with it. It still had the bayo lug, collapsable stock and FH. I informed him of MA state laws and how his rifle was a no go. I politely told him to go speak to the owner of a local shop and he remove the bay lug install a comp and pin the stock for a small fee.
The best part this isnt even the "OOPS' moment yet.
The group of other guys from that I know from the bar are about my age (25). Two of them just got thier LTC's and took a couple of other buddies to the range with them. We let them shoot our AR's and we shot the shit for a few etc. Well now comes time to leave and these guys pack up and take off. My buddy and I are picking up our brass and we notice these guys left a rifle behind.
The rifle that was left behing was a Harrington and Richards (I think) Model 157 22 hornet with a nice new Burris Optic, and It belonged to one the the kids father!
The worst part was that me nor my buddy knew thier names, we just knew the fancied the same establishement as us. Luckily the bartender on duty today is the normal bartender that is always there and she knows everyone of them and has most of their cell phone numbers. So after about 45 min to an hour I was able to get the rifle re-united with its owner.
This whole ordeal got me thinking on how much it would break my heart if I had left a rifle or pistol behind. Not that I would becuase they are like my children but you get the idea.
-DM-
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