I went the range today to shoot steel at 200 with my new B14r. It was cold and clear with little wind. I was enjoying the afternoon. A couple of fellas showed up and got their gear set up and asked me if they could go down range to put up paper and I said of course. I took the opportunity to grab my headgear from the truck. When I got back to the line these two were fussing with a magazine from what looked like a little Savage. I shot about twenty more rounds, just clicking the far off steel from my tripod. The guys were still fiddling with that damn magazine.
I walked over and introduced myself, I’m a board member at this club, and asked if I could give them a hand. They informed me that they were here to sight in this new 223 but were having trouble loading the magazine. I then asked them why were they trying to put 6.5 Creedmoor cartridges in it. Apparently that’s what the clerk at store sold them because they were out of 223.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I asked if they would be willing to let me help them and they agreed. I walked up to my truck and grabbed a full ar mag (because all trucks should have a loaded ar mag in them) and spent the next forty five minutes teaching these gentlemen a bit about rifles and how to get one sighted in properly. They shot about 20 and I told them to take the last 9 with them in case the couldn’t find any to buy. I wouldn’t take money or the six fives they offered.
I just told them to pay it forward.
I walked over and introduced myself, I’m a board member at this club, and asked if I could give them a hand. They informed me that they were here to sight in this new 223 but were having trouble loading the magazine. I then asked them why were they trying to put 6.5 Creedmoor cartridges in it. Apparently that’s what the clerk at store sold them because they were out of 223.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I asked if they would be willing to let me help them and they agreed. I walked up to my truck and grabbed a full ar mag (because all trucks should have a loaded ar mag in them) and spent the next forty five minutes teaching these gentlemen a bit about rifles and how to get one sighted in properly. They shot about 20 and I told them to take the last 9 with them in case the couldn’t find any to buy. I wouldn’t take money or the six fives they offered.
I just told them to pay it forward.