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Voyer
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When I learned how to shoot, clean and care for rifles and hand guns, the range was a ways out in the country. The farmer was old I guess. Still owned the land and not much more than hay that I could remember. The range was 100 yards and had stands at 25, 50 and 75. I never could understand how on a perfect day we would have the place to ourselves. All the stations were covered under an ample tin roof so you had shade or could even be there in the rain. There was a old beat up tackle box screwed to a post and a sign that said "bus your brass" and "please donate" written in shaky marks-alot. If it was just dad and I I think he put 20$. Which 1975 that was probably a lot. I had no concept other than I saw him put something in. When Bob would go with us I would get to shoot cool guns and things. Like a .308 or a .44 like Clint Eastwood. He would drop a 50. Dad and I were more into seeing what a bullet would do to a gallon of jello, a watermelon or how hard is a bowling pin. Most everything bounced off the bowling pin. It would catch a .357. I don't know how they harden maple, but the plastic on the outside was near impenetrable.The sense of honor when people fill up the box after a few days after the stock is gone, makes me feel good actually.
Sometimes people will leave an IOU.
We met the ol' guy a few times. He'd ride out on an old electric golf cart. I think he recognized us by what he would say. Kind of thankful as he would say things like he knew us. Almost like he was watching. Then talk about locking it up because so many ass holes leave a mess or don't pay anything. We never left any brass. It was my job to reload. Specially shotgun shells. I get my 12 bird limit, but would take a ribbing as dad would count my boxes as he counted his 12 shells. I got better with age. The last time I shot trap at the club before leaving Jersey, I missed the rabbit. So 24 of 25. It was a good day. We were playing skins. The rabbit was first and hit by no one.
When I travel I am usually on an interstate. I don't see take some leave some signs. I can't remember the last one for sure. I think I was in the Pocono's. Maybe something in Tabernacle or the few years I haunted the country around Lambertville/Princeton. There may have been some on those rides to the shore. I loved finding fresh peas on a road stand off 70 or 72. Heck 322 or 30 for that matter.