Fun and loud. I like that.
Once I was out shooting in the desert with my nephews and their girlfriends. They were shooting .22s, a couple handguns, and an AR. I took the Garand out and shot at this little sheetmetal tank they had been picking away at while everyone was consumed with their own plinking. The two girls literally ducked for cover and the tank, which hadn't moved in all the shots it had taken previously, flipped over. I will never forget the sight of the girls ducking like they were under fire and my nephew standing there with an ear to ear grin saying "Now that's a rifle!"