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Heh, you story reminds me of something that happened to me about 10 years ago. I was sighting in my deer rifle on a private range in a heavily wooded, very rural area. I had not been there in several years and was unaware that a house had been constructed about 200 yards away by an adjoining property owner.

I had shot a few test rounds and gotten close to zeroed in. I was really in the zone and not really paying much attention to my surroundings (I was shooting alone in the boondocks as far as I knew, and had permission to be there.) About the time I was ready to drop the hammer again, someone behind me pulled up the right cup of my hearing protectors and screamed "HEY!"

It turned out to be the new neighbor. Fortunately, I'm pretty laid back and don't frighten easily, so he didn't have a couple .45-70 rounds in his gut. He was one of those mousy little liberal lawyer types, and he had a problem with me. "My niece is coming up from Baltimore any minute", he said. "They've seen gang bangers shooting and they can't stand guns. My wife is in tears. Please leave. If you don't, I'll call the cops."

I responded "Sorry, I have permission to shoot here, and I'm not done. Do what you have to" and went back to popping off rounds. He didn't have hearing protectors, so he didn't stick around long. The police never showed up either, but I did see the niece drive by. Fortunately for her delicate sensibilities I didn't have too many rounds left by then.