Was out in the middle of now where (I thought) behind a hill once and someone on the other side started shooting target practice. Some of the rounds were ricocheting over the hill and I could hear ‘em whizzing over my head........that’s as close as I wanna ever get to getting shot at.
This almost exact thing happened to me in the desert. Guy was in a dry wash shooting targets he set up against a 6 foot berm created by the stream bank. Every 5th or 6th round would hit a rock and buzz past us overhead in our camp. I grabbed a rifle and slung it over my shoulder and took a circuitous route to avoid direct contact. I said ‘hold up there hoss’. ‘People straight in front of you’. He argued that the berm should stop any rounds. ‘Shoulda woulda coulda’ I said. ‘ sounds like angry bees flying overhead’. ‘Please use the opposite bank or walk down the wash about 500 yds where it takes a 90 degree turn’. He grumbled but went.
That happened to me, too. I was out by my barn working.
So I drove up the hill to where we have a big sand and gravel pit, found a couple of guys shooting, and proceeded to tear them a new one. In my anger, I didn’t even think that they had rifles and I didn’t have any firearm.
Lucky for me they were sorrowful and quite contrite. I told them they needed to shoot at the 30 foot sand bank, not over the trees and down the hill were people lived.
Sweet home, Alabama!
Where even dumb rednecks will listen to reason.
I was once in a hotel attacked by suicide terrorists. A bullet missed my head by a foot.........that’s as close as I wanna ever get to getting shot at. (I knew exactly how close it was because of the holes in the low-hanging lampshade.)