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I frequent a couple of ranges at the Tucson Muni courses. Silverbell during my lunch hour, or Randolph North in the evening. Of course, being munis, they get every kind of golfer and non-golfer in the world.

Last time I went, I had an entire family to my left. Being left handed, I was facing them when I set up. It was a comedy episode fit for the Keystone Kops. Mom and Dad were both 300 pounders and all the kids were working their way into it. None of them could hit the ball, but that didn't stop Dad from giving everyone instructions at the top of his lungs. I spent half my time ducking toed shots. Fortunately, none of them hit me, but the ground in front of my station was littered with their wounded ducks.

The other typical is the college aged kid who thinks if he just swings harder, he will get better. You would think after watching my smooth old man swing send the ball out there twice as far as their mighty swipe that they might get the idea. They never do, they just tee up another one and jump of the ground trying to kill it. I had one not long ago who made such huge divots that he sprayed me a few times before my cold stare made him move.

Tell us your crazy range story.....