BigPops, the Navy's concern was well founded, but not because of you. I apologize!! In 1966, I was a lookout on the USS Amherst, a Patrol Craft Escort Rescue (PCE-R), in the Corn belt Fleet in the Great Lakes, on a training cruise. We were moored inside the gunnery range off shore from Milwaukee in Lake Michigan. The Weapons Officer had us paint three oil drums international orange, complete with smiley faces, to fire at on the following day. Overnight, HEAVY fog rolled in and at "dawn" the visibility was 300 yards at most, and dead calm. We had to fire and clear the range by 0900 hrs, so in the orange barrels went in the water, and the 3" deck gun started booming.
Soon, the still unharmed barrels floated out to where they blended into the fog, and our rounds just skipped off the water into the unknown of the range. Off in the distance, a red glow appeared behind the barrels, followed by a muffled BOOM. An involuntary cheer went up, as we were all on deck watching and knew we finally hit something. The Captain, however, was not so cheery. We ceased fire and weighed anchor, motoring in the direction of the glow, still visible.
The hearing later concluded that a 40' yacht became lost in the fog and darkness, missed the numerous warning buoys surrounding the gunnery range, ignored the mandatory charts, and wandered, drifting, into the Amherst's line of fire. Because we "rescued" the owner, his wife and child, the Navy only had to pay 3 million in damages. The revelry the owner and family reported hearing was duly recognized as a "General Alarm" raised by the crew when the mishap was discovered. Swear to God, I never saw'em.
I can still see that lady, standing on the stern of the sinking yacht, trying to kick loose the life raft while the propane tank burned. Really, it wasn't funny. Well, now it maybe is, just a little. Anyway, you see, it was my fault you were so closely restricted. I apologize. And welcome, Mac, RD3.