We had a 150+ yard range on our land. Earth backed railroad ties. Our home sat on the high part of our land. The embankment was on the far side of a small valley in the back of our property. Built slightly into the slope. I could sit on the picnic table in our yard area next to the trailer and shoot down range.
I put a ton of lead into those ties over the years. It’s how I spent many afternoons after school as a kid. If the fish weren’t biting in the river, or the water wasn’t warm enough to ski, I was often honing my marksmanship. It was one of the few things my stepdad and I bonded over when I was a kid. (Later in my life, as an adult, we had an incredible father/son relationship. RIP old man. Miss you everyday.)