Yeah have I mentioned :
The colonel: 54, pot bellied, distingusished looking old-money dripping guy smoking a mercham pipe. Mushtace wax, and creased kahki. Looks at your store bought rifle with utter disdain as he rubs the 24 lines per inch hand checkering on his custom Holland and Holland rifle. He snaps the butterknife bolt down and recants some far of sailing story/war story about his time with "the regiment". You can stand him. You are positively VERDANT with envy. You don't like him. But you listen cause you know its real. And you want to shoot that gun that cost as much as your car.
Betty Crocker: she's a nine to five house wife who only shows up on the weekends. She makes charmingly little small talk. "Hello fellas" She opens up her personalized powder blue hard case and fires exactly 200 rounds through her stock smith 5906. She smiles like martha stewart baking a delicious cake and dusting it with powdered sugar through a decorative lace doilie. She scares the living hell out of you.
Mom: Mom is that lady at the range who watches the boys (or girls) shoot ALL DAY with an amused look. She has sandwiches and coffee for everyone. She declines to shoot all day long and then with some gentle prodding from dad, who loads her browning take down 22 rifle FOR HER, she shoots the ten ring out of the target. FIVE TIMES. Mom is done shooting after a box and you note that mom left the rear sight folded down. you make a mental note to yourself NOT to stop by at MOM's for milk and cookies in the middle of the night. Mom smiles at you and asks you if you want more coffee. You smile and nod.
the gargoyle: yes his gargoyle sunglasses, mustache and sho-lo haircut brag mountains about his manliness, though he's got a few extra pounds around his middle. He has the most powerful handgun he can afford and yet he is STILL curious about the guns on your bench. Will he ever be sastified? You line up your last sight picture on a perfect score when you here "WOW what's THAT one???" Your last round kareens off the hanger and the range officer shoots you a warning look. The gargoyle says "wow that shoots high." You mutter to your guns as he lumbers off to harass the NEXT guy.
Tank Girl: she's sporting a mowhawk made of cornrows a bright red pair of hot pants, fishnets, a baby doll t-shirt with a glittery letters and an assault vest. She's raining rapid fire death on tin cans and bowling pins with a tec-9 that NEVER JAMS or falls apart. She giggles at you as you stand slack jawed and swooning. She looks deadly serious and never flinches or blinks as she fires. Your heart swoons.Mom yanks the covers off and tells you you are late for school.
Lil Cindy Who: Daddy is over there shooting god knows what and god knows why, but lil cindy is standing there watching you intently. Her face is dirty in the way ALL little kids faces are. She has an incredible look of shyness and wonder on her face. Watch your language. Reward her interest with a shiny shell casing you just fired. She will go home with a pocket full and arrange them in a small box. Maybe she'll open the box someday and remember that day.
Shy boy: Age doesn't matter. he's had the same clothes as he did when he was in high school. You know, the tough skins and pocket protector. He is talkative with his friends but generally avoids eye contact, even when he asks you for help. His guns are low budget but he shoots well. Owns a LOT of knives. Most likely to buy a "this is your brain on hollowpoints shirt" which he will wear to the star trek convention. Did i mention he owns a LOT of knives? Speaks in klingon to his girlfriend.
I may have to change formats to people I've met IN THE FIELD
Dr.Rob