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I didn't know what to expect from this first day, except a lot of driving. Joe Foss Range was a wonder of modern gun range amenities. The buildings and range looked to be about 6 hours old. Thomas (office manager) and Fritz (range manager) were the epitome of courtesy and professionalism, although the 15 minute live fire to 'however long it takes' ceasefire is a bit lopsided to a muzzleloader...not a lot of shots - oh, well, less $$ spent on ammo.
The Casa Grande Range was unsupervised so you had to rely on the intelligence of your fellow users not to blow your head off. Of the the three ranges, I chose the one without the automatic fire and children without hearing protection. Uh, the cast iron pan didn't make it. Four wonderful interviews, in addition to the 2 at Joe Foss and I called it a day. Drove to Tucson, had my bourbon, went to bed.
Woke up to what proved to be a more frustrating day. But that's for the next post.
The Casa Grande Range was unsupervised so you had to rely on the intelligence of your fellow users not to blow your head off. Of the the three ranges, I chose the one without the automatic fire and children without hearing protection. Uh, the cast iron pan didn't make it. Four wonderful interviews, in addition to the 2 at Joe Foss and I called it a day. Drove to Tucson, had my bourbon, went to bed.
Woke up to what proved to be a more frustrating day. But that's for the next post.
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