IF I ever did go to a public range, MY guns would be fully loaded and capped and either on my hips in well made Mexican loop Holsters of my own manufacture, and if I did have to reload, it would be to insert other loaded and capped cylinders from either pouches on my belt, or from a briefcase! Naturally, if I needed to reload the gun, it would be at the firing line!
I think too many people get into the shooting sports, before they have developed a Shooters Sense! This is mostly Common Sense, and in the case of most Americans, it comes from a Loving Father! I had a very loving Father, but he had been seriously Wounded in the Battle of the Somme, in WW I, and was not all that fond of guns. Since he walked from 1917 onwards, on either artificial limbs, or crutches, I understood this. He was not very hapy about my fascination for guns, but he wasn't, "Rampantly Anti," Either! He died when I was eighteen, so he never saw any of the guns I owned after, "Coming of Age!" When I was yunger, and had an air pistol, we used to play Darts, but instead of throwing them by had, we used the air pistol and the little feathered dart that could be bought for them. We usually played games of 1,000and 1. Games of 300 and one only lasted a minuit or two! It was quite easy to hit the double top to begin, and my dad could quite often get three of the little darts in a row in the Triple Top! Even in those harmless games, Dad stressed that the muzzle of the air pistol must ALWAYS BE POINTED IN A SAFE DIRECTION! I got so that I'd pause, look at the gun, and then mentally mark where dad was sitting or standing, before I turned around to walk back to the Firing Line! I have not had to draw a gun, "In Case,' for some time now! Last time I seriously contemplated it, was in 2012, when we were evicting a tenant, from the Complex I managed, and he got really mad when he saw the police officer arrive, and knew that he didn't have any time to get rid of the, "Incriminating Evidence." (Because I had a good idea he had drugs on him, and I was standing in the bathroom door, and so he couldn't get by me to "Flush With Success!"
So I'll leave, "Organised Public Ranges," for those unfortunates who live in places too built up, to make going into the Countryside a viable proposition, I have at my disposal roughly 93,000 Acres of Arizona Desert to play in, with no "Custodian," to Tell me what or what, or What Not, to do! and other lesser species of Homo Sapiens SO RARE, as to be not worth bothereing abut! As a very young boy I dreamed of being able to one day, live somewhere, where I could just blaze away from my Back door, any time I felt like it! Well I have to drive a few miles, but other Members of Homo Sapiens are SO RARE, that in the three yars I have gone shooting there, only ONCE have I seen a stranger there. That funnily enough, was when Texian Visited with me, and we went down together. Just as we were getting ready to pack up and come back to,
"Civilization," a guy on a Quad turned up, with a bolt action rifle in clips across the handlebars! Turned out he had recently been living in Alaska, and being curious about what life was like up there, I began asking him some questions. It all seemed
quite interesting, until he mentioned that in Alaska, the Mosquito was the State Bird! Also that they have a LOT OF GRIZZLY BEARS! Bears frighten me! I'd not want to hunt for one, unless I had an experienced Guide, who was lovingly fondling a .460
Weatherby Magnum! I once watched a video, where this fool was hunting for a Grizzly with a bow and arrows! The video showed him daw back his arrow and let fly at a HUGE Grizzly, burying the sahft into the bear's chest, right up to the fletchings! The bear gave a startled sort of coughing grunt, and turned and ran into some thick cover. The Hunter turned to the Guide, and aid, "Do we follow him?" The Guide's reply was classical. He said, "Mister, I aint in no mood to go following a bear into thick cover, that's just been poked with a sharp Stick!" I nearly peed myself laughing when he said that!
From what I saw of where the arrow entered the bear, the poor animal most likely bled out. The arrow seemed to go in about where I would have guessed the heart was, but those animals have such amazing vitality, and are so incredibly fast for their size and bulk. (How does the first fifty yards from a standing start, in three seconds grab you?) After learning more about them, I decided that I really didn't want to go Bear Hunting In Alaska, OR the Lower 48! Them bears are just TOO DANGEROUSE by Far, for my liking! After lasting for just over 79 years, I REALLY DON"T want to finish up as "Bear Sign!"