I think most people do mag dumps because it is fun. If you're not in to it, don't do it.
Here's the rest of the story:
I was barley an adult, and shooting with my buddy, Thomas Cook,off the bridge that was out for years on NW 164th between Rockwell and Council. Probably late 1980s, late Reagan or early Bush (the REAL Bush). Anyway, we were plinking with 22s at cans or anything that dared move, when a plain 4 door came flying our direction from the Rockwell intersection. ****, we said to each other. Maybe this wasn't the edge of city limits after all. We shot there all the time. I put my pistol down, hands at my side in clear visibility, and walked up to the car to see how much trouble we were in. The guy had a short hair cut, and aviators on. I was sure he was a policeman. I was mistaken. When I got to the window, he asked, "Is this a good place to shoot assault rifles?"
I told him "We are shooting over here." (pointed) and he got out with a Norinco underfolder, and a HUUUGE ammo can, and several drums. It was the weekend, and he had just come from one of those gun shows that we had heard about. He shot it a few times as we watched chunks of earth fly from the bank, feeling the concussion of each shot. He dumped the rest of the 30 round mag, and put in a drum, and fired several more rounds. He asked Thomas first if he wanted to shoot it, and Thomas declined. "What a dumb ass." I thought. He looked at me, and didn't have to ask. He handed it to me and I conservatively shot a few rounds. He said something like, "Let her rip!" I finished of the 40 or 50 rounds that were in that drum. Boner city. I was in love.
Don't like mag dumps? Don't do 'em. I still love to do it from time to time, although I don't do it at H&H range, because I respect their rules.
Here's the rest of the story:
I was barley an adult, and shooting with my buddy, Thomas Cook,off the bridge that was out for years on NW 164th between Rockwell and Council. Probably late 1980s, late Reagan or early Bush (the REAL Bush). Anyway, we were plinking with 22s at cans or anything that dared move, when a plain 4 door came flying our direction from the Rockwell intersection. ****, we said to each other. Maybe this wasn't the edge of city limits after all. We shot there all the time. I put my pistol down, hands at my side in clear visibility, and walked up to the car to see how much trouble we were in. The guy had a short hair cut, and aviators on. I was sure he was a policeman. I was mistaken. When I got to the window, he asked, "Is this a good place to shoot assault rifles?"
I told him "We are shooting over here." (pointed) and he got out with a Norinco underfolder, and a HUUUGE ammo can, and several drums. It was the weekend, and he had just come from one of those gun shows that we had heard about. He shot it a few times as we watched chunks of earth fly from the bank, feeling the concussion of each shot. He dumped the rest of the 30 round mag, and put in a drum, and fired several more rounds. He asked Thomas first if he wanted to shoot it, and Thomas declined. "What a dumb ass." I thought. He looked at me, and didn't have to ask. He handed it to me and I conservatively shot a few rounds. He said something like, "Let her rip!" I finished of the 40 or 50 rounds that were in that drum. Boner city. I was in love.
Don't like mag dumps? Don't do 'em. I still love to do it from time to time, although I don't do it at H&H range, because I respect their rules.
