Alright, even though I was saving it for out first social gathering.

I was out there with my M1 Garand. It's nothing special, a CMP service grade, but I've got the sights dialed in and have definitely made my peace with it. I had the whole line to myself, except for one other group...
Setting up right beside me was a group of 3 HPD sharpshooters. Or snipers, I guess is an accurate term as well. In their cool black tactical outfits, and one of them with a really nice-looking rifle (I think it was a Remington LE model 700) and a honkin' HUGE scope.
Personally, I get no better joy than ringing the 440 yard gong with an old battle rifle and iron sights. And I was having a good day, landing 5 or 6 out of 8 pretty consistently.
Well, not to be outdone, the sniper beside me starts to shoot at the long gong too. And it went little something like this....
Me: BANG......... THWACK
Him: BANG.........
Me: BANG....... THWACK
Him: BANG..........
After about the 3rd time, all 3 of them are looking over to watch me take my shot. Then they look at the gong. And if it's a hit, they look back at me with stinkeye. Then the 2 friends look at their buddy, who lines up his sight, takes his time, and misses. Again.
They persist for about 3 clips of ammo (remember, I'm shooting a Garand, "clip" is the proper term!) then decide to pack it in and come back another day.
Now, in all fairness, they were apparently there to sight in a new scope, and the sniper was actually shooting at one of the smaller hanging 440 yard targets while I was shooting at the big one. However, they kinda jumped over the whole "dial it in well" stage in a rush to compete with a Garand-wielding hippie. It really gave me a good chuckle, watching them watch me, and totally kicking their butts!
