I avoid the range. Mainly due to trenchcoat mafia teens at the bench with their tacticool fire breavin' dragon 870 pumps. Or Cobra Commando Jack with his 3 suitcased ARs showering others with hot brass. Beyond that, it's numbnut nimrods clanking and banging their gear on the bench, so much so that it introduces error into your own shooting.

I started heading to the state forest with another campfire member. It's quiet, we bring tables and shoot all day for free. He can't go to the range because he has a flaming case of especially excitable PTSD. (I hope he sees this, he stalks my posts) smile however he doesn't milk the chit outta his condition with his hand outstretched to the VA like some of the typical "potato peelers".