Talking Brass: How To Lose Your Frustrations At The Range

Someone figured out how to exercise their demons – with a .30-06.

[color-box]I’m a reloading freak. Because what’s better than tactical cooking? (Tweet This)[/color-box]

Anyway, I shoot at an outdoor range where lot’s of folks bring boxes of shiny, new, factory ammunition to shoot – and then they leave the brass lying all over the place.

Is there a “clean up after yourself” rant forthcoming? Not on your life. I love these folks. New, once-fired, name brand brass?

[color-box]I’ll pick up new range brass faster than Alec Baldwin complains about his fame and fortune.(Tweet This)[/color-box]

After testing a new scope the other day, a Weaver Tactical 1-5×24, I cleaned up. Big time. First rate rifle brass sells for about 50 cents apiece. Heck, I’ll spend hours picking up someone else’s brass. And thank them for it.

Anyway, I was tired, and jazzed about the new scope, so I wasn’t paying much attention. When I got home to clean and sort my new treasure trove, I noticed handwriting on some of the .30-06 cases. Hmmm.

On closer examination, someone found a safe and fun way to vent their frustrations. At 2,700 feet per second.

And just what was this anonymous individual concerned about? From the ones I could still read, here’s the list of aggravations:

• “F— You _____.” Sorry, the last word was illegible. But this person sent some serious anger down range.
• “New slang” But no mention of Justin Bieber, which I found strange.
• Something about “evil money.” Perhaps this person found the recent government stimulus programs lacking?
• “People who treat vets like shit“
• “Kids that drive $60,000 cars“
• “Dad’s B.S. – Not my problem!“
• “Who I was“
• “England“

I kid you not. England.

If you’re a board-certified psychiatrist, we’d love a preliminary analysis. Sorry, but we can only pay for your services in used range brass.