When I was 18, maybe 19, my buddy and I shot at the bridge between Rockwell and Council, on NW 164th. It was the OKC boundry line. Might still be. The bridge had been out for a long time, so there was little to no traffic.
We were shooting one Saturday, or Sunday, and a fast moving Ford LTD, plain Jane came flying our way, from the Rockwell side. As it got closer, you could see the driver had a high and tight, and standard aviator glasses. Not such and every day look in 1986. Had to be a police officer of some sort, we said. Maybe this isn't the edge of town?
When the vehicle came to a stop I approached it. We had already put our 22s down, and had our hands visible. Just as I was about to ask the guy what was going on, I noticed the AK47 (turned out to be a Mac 90), and at the time, the biggest ammo can I had ever seen in the back of his car. My thoughts raced. Maybe this wasn't a police man... maybe we shouldn't have put down our guns...
The guy asked, "Is this a good place to shoot an assault rifle?" I think I responded with something like, "Well we've been shooting over here..."
He'd just come from a gun show. He got out his gun, and big green box, and started shooting from our bridge. Chunks of mud were flying everywhere. He turned to Thomas, and asked if he'd like to shoot it. I remember Thomas saying, "No thanks, I don't like to shoot other peoples guns." Whatever. He'd been shooting mine for two hours. The guy turned to me, and before he could ask I blurted out, "I'll shoot it!!!"
I remember the feeling of the concussion for the first time, and the way it felt in my hands. He let me shoot several magazines before he got out a drum. I was ruined at that very moment. I will never recover. Ah, young love.
That, is my favorite, and scariest memory of free outdoor shooting. Good times! Let the mud fly!!!
We were shooting one Saturday, or Sunday, and a fast moving Ford LTD, plain Jane came flying our way, from the Rockwell side. As it got closer, you could see the driver had a high and tight, and standard aviator glasses. Not such and every day look in 1986. Had to be a police officer of some sort, we said. Maybe this isn't the edge of town?
When the vehicle came to a stop I approached it. We had already put our 22s down, and had our hands visible. Just as I was about to ask the guy what was going on, I noticed the AK47 (turned out to be a Mac 90), and at the time, the biggest ammo can I had ever seen in the back of his car. My thoughts raced. Maybe this wasn't a police man... maybe we shouldn't have put down our guns...
The guy asked, "Is this a good place to shoot an assault rifle?" I think I responded with something like, "Well we've been shooting over here..."
He'd just come from a gun show. He got out his gun, and big green box, and started shooting from our bridge. Chunks of mud were flying everywhere. He turned to Thomas, and asked if he'd like to shoot it. I remember Thomas saying, "No thanks, I don't like to shoot other peoples guns." Whatever. He'd been shooting mine for two hours. The guy turned to me, and before he could ask I blurted out, "I'll shoot it!!!"
I remember the feeling of the concussion for the first time, and the way it felt in my hands. He let me shoot several magazines before he got out a drum. I was ruined at that very moment. I will never recover. Ah, young love.
That, is my favorite, and scariest memory of free outdoor shooting. Good times! Let the mud fly!!!
