At the range today and a fellow shooter shows up with a nice new Tikka T3X, lite in 308. He sets up on the bench to sight in his new rifle with a nice Leupold Variable Scope. After his first shot and I hear a yell followed by ******* (expletives deleted) then see blood rushing down the bridge of his nose, looks like Mike Tyson just decked the poor fellow. Well, deer season is coming, and I always expect the unexpected at the range.
I retrieve my first aid kit from the truck and perform my role as "range medic" for a fellow shooting brother. He has a nasty half-moon slice on the bridge on his nose. I get the bleeding under control so he can drive home. While helping load up his car I notice was shooting factory ammo, 180 grain bullets.
Just another day at the range.
I retrieve my first aid kit from the truck and perform my role as "range medic" for a fellow shooting brother. He has a nasty half-moon slice on the bridge on his nose. I get the bleeding under control so he can drive home. While helping load up his car I notice was shooting factory ammo, 180 grain bullets.
Just another day at the range.
