So Goalie and I are shooting with a dozen or so newbies up in the Chengwatana State Forest near Pine City on Sunday, and this car drives up. Guy and girl get out of it, and proceed to gear-up with tactical vests, thigh rigs, Nomex gloves, and M4s with more crap hanging off them than you can shake a stick at. Right away I'm thinking, "Great, Tactical Ted and his sidekick Ninja Nancy are here..."
Within a few minutes, they've swept each other and all of us countless times, and one of them even crossed behind his partner (crossing his feet while sidestepping, no less) WHILE SHOOTING. While one of them was downrange setting up targets, the other would stand there holding an M4, magazine in, obviously just itching to go.
Good grief, did some shoot-em-up movie just come out? I thought Goalie was going to go nuts he was so agitated. Finally he went over there and said something to them, and they wisely decided to just sit in their lawn chairs until we were done. We were going to pack up and leave if they didn't. I don't know that I've ever been more nervous at the range than I was this time.