Off the range, the ones that scare me are the youngsters up to 35 or so and their Ruger Mini 14s, SKSs, AR15s, AKs and so on.
I suspect they rarely go to the range because their antics wouldn't be tolerated there. Instead, they come out here to the remote Utah desert and tear up signs, fence posts, shoot all kinds of wildlife including small birds and never consider their background.
When I was in Idaho, I bought some 2X4s and plywood and built a couple of target holders at the 50 and 100 yard line. Well, it only took a couple of weeks before some jackass with a 7.62 X 39 thought it would be fun to chop off the 2X4 legs of the target stands with rapid fire.
So I rebuilt them. Along came another jackass in a few weeks, who blew the legs apart with 00 buck. I know, I found a couple of pellets in the wood and 12 gauge empties labeled 00 Buck.
Today, when I see someone with a semi-auto rifle, I am leery of them. And I own a Ruger Mini-14 myself. But I've seen too many ignorant youngsters just blamming away at bottles, bricks and cans who walk away and leave someone else to clean up the mess.
A couple of years ago, in the desert, I came across two guys in their 40s, each with AR-15s, shooting at a couple of car batteries they'd hauled out. These clowns were dressed all in camo, and even had a pistol belt with a pistol and bayonet attached. Each weighed nearly 300 pounds.
They probably fancied themselves some local militia. Heck, in a real emergency, they couldn't have run 100 yards without collapsing!
Call me a gun bigot if you must, but I cringe when I see some youngster show up with an SKS, AK, AR15 or Mini-14 because I know, sure as hell, there will be more holes in road signs, dead wildife and a mess to clean.
I no longer put target frames out for everyone to use, I built my own portable one.
Not long ago, at the local gravel pit, a guy asked me if I'd leave my portable target frame out for the weekend, so he and others could use it. I told him no, that by the time I came out for it Sunday the support legs would be chopped off, or it would be stolen.
He wasn't too happy with my response, because he had hoped he and his buddies from Salt Lake City could use it while they camped there.
I came back the following weekend and sure enough, their campsight was a mess and the nearby gravel pit had shattered beer bottles everywhere.
And there was a ton of steel-cased, Russian-made 5.56 cases all around the place.
To hell with being Mr. Nice Shooter anymore. I've become a grumpy desert cat for good reason. These city youngsters and their semi-autos are worse than the spray paint vandals when it comes to vandalism.
I guess I get the dregs that are turned away at the city ranges.