Two years ago was a hot November in central Ontario. On the last day, the temperatures finally dipped below 0 (celcius) and we were all pumped.

We were doing our first run of the day. Unfortunatley, another group got in before us and there were lots of us in a relatively small area. That' s not the bad part.

As I neared the end of the run, a shot ran out. Then, two, three, then 10 and so on. Some absolute brain dead excuse for a human decides to take a cannon of his and do some target practice on the only good day of the season. He had it with a bipod sitting at a table firing at targets he put on a log pile. The worst part is that he was firing directly towards us without a proper backstop.

One of our doggers came out and rightly chewed him out. He stopped for all of 5 minutes and continued firing again. My idea was to drive behind him and all of us empty our rifles in the air. Common sense prevailed and nobody but the dogger ever got to tell him off.

Jerk!