What’s scary is these people walk among us.
The one and only time I went on a rifle hunt on a state WMA in the early 90’s. A couple of guys from work and myself went. Around lunch we met back up at the truck, sitting there eating lunch and discussing what we had seen, hadn’t seen and where we were going that afternoon, a couple guys pull and start talking. Guy 1 says I haven’t seen anything. Guy 2 says well I’ve shot half a box of shells and can’t hit anything. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I ask how was your rifle shooting when you checked your scope. He replies “oh it’s not my rifle. It’s a new rifle. Just bought it last night. The guy at Walmart told me the scope was boresighted at the factory.” I didn’t hunt the afternoon.
