Those "Guys" sometimes drive me crazy. I've gotten to where I try to make the most of it and have fun with them.
Like ya say, not always Glock guys but quite often.
Rather than lower myself to their level and puff up and try to spout off back to them I usually play neophyte and act like this is my first range visit and the 8 or 10 pistols in my bag were all new and I didn't know anything about them.
Usually the conversation will usually turn to what kind of ammo am I using. Usually opening the ammo box loaded with lots and lots of bullets rather than the one box of discount russian ammo in hand lets them know they are edumucating the wrong dude.
One fella tried to tell me I was shooting a dinosaur with my Dan Wesson CBob.
I told him I was a bit of a dinosaur myself so we get along just fine.
In Memory of Paul "Dietrich" Stines.
Dad: Say something nice to your cousin Shirley
Dietrich: For a fat girl you sure don't sweat much.
Cue sound of Head slap.
RIP Muggsy & TMan
"If you are a warrior legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that JOCKO will not come today."