Years ago I was a member of the Base Borden rod and gun club which mean't I could bow hunt on base. The rule was, you'd go to Range Control and sign in to the area you wanted to hunt and see if it was in use. So one morning well before daylight I check in at Range Control and signed in to one of my spots. I drive over and carefully and slowly drive along the sandy lane into my area. Once parked, I gently open the rear hatch and in the darkness strip down to my long johns to begin getting my camo on. SHHH quiet!! Then with one foot up on the bumper pulling on a sock...KA FREAKIN BOOM! Instant DAYLIGHT!! A magnesium flare explodes 100' above my head!! Tanks, truck and soldiers are coming out of NOWHERE! Guns going off and I'm stand in the middle in my friggin underwear with pupils the size of garbage cans lids and a look of shock and terror on my face. Soldiers driving by are looking down at at me like what the hell???? I throw my stuff in the hatch, jumping in and floor it outta there dodging military trucks in a Pontiac Acadian!
I get back to Range Control and completely out of breath say to the Range Officer, " The board said it was OPEN!!!???" To which I get back "Yeah, that happens" shrug.