Three of my grown children and their families were at my house on saturday when a fella that I didn't know came a knocking on the door. I was closest so answered it. There was a wrestling match going on in the front room(adult instigatted... 5& a 6 year old doing the wrestling), a fisticuffs in the hallway over who had the toy first and a 3 year turning the light switch off and on as fast as he could. The man stepped in and looked around and asked is this a bad time. I said maybe for you depending whats up your sleeve. For them as I nodded to my children and their children your not going to bother them they will carry on regardless of who is in the room. I thought for a second that the guy was a Jehova's Witness but he was all by his lonesome and that don't work for them. He was wearing a suit with an outer coat that almost drug the ground. It was 45 degrees out...he was over dressed. I was convinced he was wanting my vote as he was not carrying a vacuum cleaner. I said what's up? He said so and so(a Good Friend of mine) said you might be able to help me out . I want to put a scope on my new rifle but am not mechanically inclined, could I pay you to do it for me. He had it in the car so I walked to his car with him. He had a Ruger 556, a Nikon one piece ring rail mount set up and a scope. I started to explain to him...it's real easy all you have to do is and he stopped me. Easy for you is not easy for me he said. I said O----Kay then watched the guy take the gun out of the hard case and watched him take the scope out of the box and the base out of it's package and it was very clear that all of his digits on both hands were working fine. I said this will only take a few minutes let me grab my tool box. 5 minutes later the scope was on and I pointed the gun to the ground to make sure the cross hairs were sorta straight then snugged down the hex screws. As he was putting the gun away I said just remember one thing and pointed to the flash suppressor on his AR15 and said this is the business end always know where it's pointed. He acted insulted. It turns out that this guy is a computer programmer and he could not/would not put his own scope on his gun.
Would you be nervous knowing that this guy who can't even mount his own scope is going to one day show up at the range and figure out how to make it go bang. I am busier than a one armed paper hanger right now, the rut is full blown and I'm in the middle of building a cabin. So why is it then that I feel obligated to get back a hold of this guy and take him to my private range and introduce him to his rifle. The fear of him killing himself or someone else at the range can't be ignored. I feel obligated...should I? Would you?