I got sort of turned off by the snotty guys at the range with the high end Italian shotguns. I showed up with an absolutely pristine 1930′s vintage LC Smith and an equally pristine 1940′s vintage Ithaca 37 and they looked at me like you would look at the bottom of your shoe after stepping in dog shyte… I don’t even remember what I shot, only that I missed once and how those guys looked at me. First and last time I went.
Is there name for this kind of crowd? That’s ridiculous. “Range queens” being cocky.
Alea iacta est ("The die has been cast")