Odd how memories surface for no apparent reason.
Maybe 30 years ago, I was shooting on a private range in Southern Chester county. I was alone but for two guys who came in and set up a few spots down the bench from me. They uncased an M-1 and spent some time fiddling with it.
I heard Bang Bang PING! and the clip landed on the ground behind us.
They proceeded to spend 20 minutes trying to load the rifle again, without any luck. I walked over and picked up the clip, offering it to them. "You might want this back".
They yelled at me. Said it wasn't their's and mind my own business. Huh.
I walked away and tossed the clip into my bag. No good deed goes unpunished, right?
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