We had a great little (membership) range. It was basically an honor system, do-it-yourself place. You had a lock on the gate, they had wooden targets. You had to bring everything else, there was no store, so if you ran out of ammo, that was it. As long as you picked up all your mess, you were good.
But they had a plinking range, so we'd bring things - sometimes stop by the dollar store and pick up cheap toys. Once had an ex girlfriend give me this giant stuffed animal gorilla. Brought it out there, and it held good shape, so we left it. Sat out there for a month or so. People were thanking me for bringing it... lol.
