DANG!
high on life
If they had a proper backstop and weren’t drinking I don’t see an issue. I’m guessing those conditions weren’t met.
So now I can’t shoot up my own house if I want to? Where does this stop?
Front door just happened to be open, huh? Sounds fishy to me.
Yeah, cause everyone practicing shooting guns in the basement leaves the front door open. BS.
ping
Wonder if it was these guys?
Colorado Springs bump
Golly! My dad had bullet trap in our basement back in the mid-1950s and we shot .22 shorts all the time down there in an old single-shot Winchester Model .22-02 that he won as a prize out of a Cracker Jacks box way back when he was a kid. It’s where & how I learned to shoot when I was 6 years old. I’m glad we live far out in the boonies these days.
Officers say as they approached the house they heard more shots and noticed the front door was open.
Officers say when they got inside they found two men taking turns shooting at glass bottles.
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Yeah. Sure.
In my misspent youth we did this but turned the stereo up full blast and shot in time to the music.
Many police stations have small ranges in the basement.
Big deal.
A gun is an outside toy.
Homer Parish
I have an old article from the 1960s on how to set up a basement gun range. It said to use empty centerfire brass that has been reprimed and pressed into paraffin cakes.
It works! Also good for popping stray dogs and cats. It WILL go through pasteboard boxes and will raise a welt and bruise on anyone you hit with one.
When I bought a .45 Colt pistol 46 years ago, the seller gave me two boxes of plastic cases loaded with paraffin.
The other day I was attaching two by fours to a concrete slab so I could install a wooden floor. I was using a .22 Ramset. The neighbors probably thought I had a shooting range going on but none of them called the cops.
Deafening!!!
In the fruit cellar portion, he stored wood logs and he and my dad (also a Detroit cop) would use them as the background for shooting their service revolvers in the basement........LOL!
Rochester, Minnesota: My uncle had property next to a farm. They had horses and a hay barn. Between the hay barn and the horse barn ran a electric wire.
One Thanksgiving while at the table eating dinner, my uncle who was seated next to a window, noticed a pigeon on the wire. He opened the double hung window, grabbed his rifle from the wall, loaded it and shot the bird dead while in his chair at the table.
After dinner we went out and found he had hit it in the neck.
Some people have other things on their minds when they have company over for dinner.....