Where I live you could set up a mile range.
I remember in Sheridan Wyoming, at the gun club one year I was walking down a path looking for the pistol range. Small hills rose above the path, and yet further in the sky the heavy cast bullets of the Black Powder Boys were whizzing by. You could hear them coming and going. ( I doubt they were supposed to be shooting but figured I was safe....I hoped.)
Satori, I've never even fired a Class Three weapon before. One of my late friends always intended to take me out to the ballgame with his Thompson, but like a lot of stuff in life, we never got around to it.
munk
I remember in Sheridan Wyoming, at the gun club one year I was walking down a path looking for the pistol range. Small hills rose above the path, and yet further in the sky the heavy cast bullets of the Black Powder Boys were whizzing by. You could hear them coming and going. ( I doubt they were supposed to be shooting but figured I was safe....I hoped.)
Satori, I've never even fired a Class Three weapon before. One of my late friends always intended to take me out to the ballgame with his Thompson, but like a lot of stuff in life, we never got around to it.
munk