Thunder Ranch Shooting Range, Phnom Penh, Cambodia

Caro Malta says:

I was charged 30$ for a 30 bullit clip for the kalashnikov at the same shooting range. However it was wortit.
The sound is trippled in that closed 50m range than normal at shootingranges.
besides that, my target wasn't arab at all.. it looked more european! lol.. I did infact hit the target but not at the aim I was taking so I asked for a setup of the AK, he sais "sure mate, another 30$ and we make it accurate" well, I just declined and went out to Pnom Penh Water Park, which I really enjoyed acting foolishly with 1000 young cambodian... Anyway here's a vid of me shooting at the ranges. You can here how strong is the noice inside! youtube.com/watch?v=BHA7sD7Y1dA

Mr Thaksin, bangkokchat.org says:

shooting live loads into cambo birds much more fun.

Thako

Dana says:

When you go to full auto the barrel rises. You have to keep your eyes open, aim, keep the barrel from rising, control your breath, and not yell. Impossible for the tourist but a lot of fun.

Anonymous says:

Yeah, here in the US my Dad had me shooting by the time I could read. Just a cultural difference I guess, but shooting as a sport is a lot of fun.

And it's not as easy to hit your target as Hollywood makes it look, is it?

Purdy Rubber says:

for an extra 5 bucks a soldier johnny will motor off to a nearby farm and bring back a chicken for you. I'm proud to say I bagged the bugger, right through the neck. that'll learn him, wat!?!

5 dollars seemed over the top for a flea bag local chicken, when you can pay a third of that to have one cooked up to order in a flash bar nearby; but it's the thrill of the chase it's in the blood don't you know.

and before any bleeding hearts have a pop, let me tell you; that chicken had a nasty look in it's eye (the one that exploded out after the shell ripped though it's scrawny throat!)

ah, happy days

Andy says:

Wow! Sounds like a fun, sporting weekend for the whole family.
A friend had previously told me about the the shoulder-fired LARS rocket experience; which renders your (tethered) cow down to oxtail soup at the mere click of a switch. Real, Ernest Hemingway type derring-do stuff. On a par with dynamite-fishing, anyway.
Prince Philip should get himself over there pronto.

jimbo says:

$20 for 30 rounds of 7.62x39 Russian?

Damn, that's steep.

I guess you go to Thailand for the cheap pussy and to the US for the cheap ammo.

Johnny Ajax says:

???

When (or for what era) was this article written? Was at the shoooting range a week or so ago - the cow option went out the window in 2001!

bangkokram says:

Went there earlier this year, great fun! Ironic that I had just come from the nearby Killings Field Mass Grave Site, but I coped with the Irony.

Having fired most of the guns on display whilst in the service, I was a little concerned about the safety of the Range and the weapons. Several times during my unloading of a full clip out of the AK-47, the instructor walked out of the room to do whatever, leaving me to my own devices. I thought about tying a red bandaner around my head and going Rambo on them.
The weapons are antiques and the range obviously makes its own ammo, whilst firing the semi automatic pistol, it jammed due to bullet malfunction, in the end the instructor gave me own his Colt to shoot.
Very good way to spend an hour and like a previous post said, the targets not that easy to hit and you find out how noisy a discharging bullet is.
Anyone who goes there and uses the AK-47, fire at the bottom right hand corner of the target, the sites are well off.

Ben says:

Who cares about the shooting-range, did you have a go with any of the 100 Baht-short-time-girls imported from Vietnam?

Ubik says:

You really have to explain to me what sadistic pleasure you have there!
Right now I cannot picture you all as something else that a bunch of militarist losers who watch too many “war” movie and enjoy thinking of themselves as Chuck Norris brothers.

Me says:

>Ubik
Are you a poof?

bangkokram says:

Ubik

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Andy says:

Ubik is certainly a poof, as anyone who disparages Chuck Norris and weapons in the same sperm-odour breath has to be a total shirt-lifting faggot. Seek fucking Help!

RightWingNutJob says:

$1 per round is about right for 50-BMG, but AK or 5.56 ammo? Christ on a crutch.
That is the sad down-side of all our western cousins civilizing their countries, now only we in the USA can own and shoot firearms in style. I load 5.56 for about $80 for 1000 rounds, and I live on county land in a class-III legal state, so I can - and do - have my own range on my own land, and I can go full-auto whenever I like.

So yeah...it looks different from my perspective. But I gotta try that Czech B40 out. That is one toy I do not have.
And if they have no carabao for downrange sighting, I will settle for the chicken. Chickens piss me off to no end.

Wanting to shoot guns, blow shit up, and be generally rambunctious is just a guy thing, the y-chromosome letting rip. Ubik, and fellows of his sort, do not feel the need, because they lack the hormone testosterone. Not all bad, these quiet guys can still have some fun, but just not by making loud noises.

This is one thing we have in common with asian guys. They love to blow shit up.

John Wayne says:

Hitting the mark at 50 yards is not a big deal with an AK or an M16. In Detroit "gun control" means hitting the mark first shot, every shot. (perhaps while doing a drive by)

God bless the 2nd amendment!

Ubik is obviously a girlyman, likely british too.

James says:

I enjoyed the story and would like the range's contact information. I plan to visit Thailand later this year and think that this would make a fun side trip. Hell, I might just take you boys along and teach you how we make Texas Barbaque with a 50 caliber.

PS: Do you think I'd have any problem trying to bring a couple of toys home?

peaceman says:

sorry to disappoint you all guys but he cow option is and has always been a backpacker myth. To be clear, you have NEVER had the option of shooting a cow. It's a fairy tale invented by adventure seeking backpackers to impress their friends

marklatham says:

Do they have any american school children available for target practice?
Oh,that's right-you can only do that in the US.

sniffer says:

Respect to Mark Latham; very funny post and under an apparently real name. Twice as good as Dana

stuffer says:

sniffher, exactly which part of shooting american children appealed to you sense of humor?

snifer says:

Stuffer, what I was doing was applauding the darkly witty way the previous poster drew attention to insanity of US gun culture. I'd never find anything like the Amish child shootings themselves in any way humorous and I was actually very upset when I saw the news about them. Sorry if I caused offence.
Remember; guns don't kill people, Americans do

Dicer says:

What does one actually think of people who enjoy blowing up animals.

As the bullet noise opens the waves one suspects it leads to new thoughts and to something bigger. It actually prompts the person to chuck the Viet hooker out the room in the morning and head out again, this time to the Blow Cattle in Phnom Penh and Fantasise About Blowing School Children Apart.

Are these people left in some existential waiting lounge? Abandoned after missing the reality boat. Maybe it's some recurring storm or rain that pours like cow piss. Makes me feel disconcerted to see these people sat in the corner or sat anywhere, their luggage counted and forcing their opinions on us. You feel like you want to trip each and everyone of them as they go up the gangplank and they go face down into the ocean never to be seen again. What is the fascination with blowing animals up. Protagoras' fantasy maybe. Perverted hysterical people left to their own devices would do anything. Esp in Cambodia. You want to say nothing and you want to see them drown in the sewer. Watching these human waste material and brushing them off is like Zen cultivating calm while paying attention for particulars at the same time. Particulars of shit??? You cant win. God's scientific expertise falters when the white man Duns Scotus is armed with a hand grenade. The line of drips left in the empty glasses of brains they have. What else can it be? Cornering a pimple? Squeezing a spot maybe? There ... routine eternal occurrence from the wasted "its". Missed the sailing.

Does the cow or pig or child feel like a hot water bottle or a cold flabby fool when you blow it up? Alas. Hard to tell the difference. If you survive the whole bally show you live to tell it and maybe write a letter about it to your Aryan mother who had similar designs for you. "Hey mom this time I blew up some goats, but actually I was fantacising about blowing up schoolkids ... you see goats are 30 dollars and cows 60 dollars, but brown local children were not on the menu..."

The verdict: yeah erm the wag is fundamentally unsound. Target practice yes, blowing up animals no.

High minded women their Aryan mothers.

"Son keep out of trouble. Disciplined Teutonic excretion will make you strong."
"No Mum it makes me dread their non stop diarrhoea."

Fear of appendicitis it must be. The irony is that it is they the sewer gnats who press their faces when their own flatulence wafts into their noses. And claim that it is only practical humour. We wince when the derivative plunges in the basement.

Looper says:

When I was a kid we couldn't afford RPGs and a cow so we settled for sticking a straw up a frog's bum and blowing really hard until it exploded. I had a mate who had it down to fine art. He was a smoker. A single and a match cost 5p (the local shop keeper wasn't too worried about the over 16 rule). He could blow the frog up to 95% capacity and then whip the straw out let it blow smoke out it's own arse!!!

Cool!

Dicer says:

lol.. thanks you for bringing us back down to earth Looper, and yes as kids we all did the rat and roach experiments. Is your mate trying to relive that 5p game by blowing up animals in Cambodia? If he hasn't heard about the place let him know....a chance to catch up for you as well maybe... unimaginative catharsis takes many forms. My little Chihuahua just crapped on the coffee table I put her on for fun. And she winked at me too. Now a question for you Looper? Dogs see all the people and dogs in the household as a pack with each having their own rank in the pack and a top dog.

Do you think life is much easier if the two legged pack members outrank the four legged ones? You can let your friend learn to play the role of top dog by reading some morality tale books or going to a good obidience class and that wound make him and you feel as good as the RPG stuff.

bangkokram says:

Dicer,
I love it! A short quote from your biblical post.

" their luggage counted and forcing their opinions on us"

Fuck me, Dicer your'e the worst person on this site for forcing their opinion on people. Seems like a classic case of the kettle calling the teapot Black arse.

At least this post you are sticking nearly to the theme. Have you ever been to the Thunder Ranch? It is good fun and for a not small price you get to have a laugh.

I'm off on a break for a week, hopefully when I get back you have decided to fuck off and leave Mangosauce alone. Or at least stick to the post theme and stop posting way to long posts. It used to be a good site until you started talking bollocks at great length.

Dicer says:

No ram thanks for the offer but I will not fuck you. Glad to disappoint. And yes been there done that... seen it in its previous incarnation too, when Phnom Penh used to have no streetlights and garbage collection... and bullets were sold by the fruitcanful.

Looper says:

I read Animal Farm at school (and I saw an interesting movie of the same title some years later) but I don't know the answer to your question Dicer, sorry.

How many legs has a frog got anyway? It's a bit of a puzzler when you think about it.
My erstwhile amphibian abuse was a faded memory until just a few years ago when I met and, as is customary, fell in love with, my very first Thai bar girl. I spent a blissful week with my dusky temptress but my clearest memory now is of her finding a large frog in the garden outside the bungalow one evening. She proceeded to boot the hapless creature round the yard, yelping with joy and clapping her hands as it bounced off each wall, then chasing after it with childlike abandon to deliver another beckham like thwack with her flip flopped foot. The last I saw of the feckless puddock was as it arced gracefully over a concrete wall never to be seen again as my girl danced in circles of unconfined joy.

I knew instantly - I was in love.

Grunt says:

Well, it seems dicer and various other google-dispatched troublemakers have dragged this website into a festering mudpuddle.

Again David, freedom of speech is NOT a suicide pact. You dont allow american female troublemakers, posing as western men visiting the LOS, to spew endless hatred for all things Thai.

There is a difference between banter, and calculated disinformation. Your a shrink, right David, do the math.

Anonymous says:

Oh my God Purdy Rubber, you absolute bastard! I've got tears running down my face from laughing :-)