Saw this in the newspaper rack (yes, front page) and knew I had to try to photograph it.
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This isn’t in the small town near where I live, mind. There would be very little market for an indoor range around here, where everybody and his third cousin Cletus has access to all the shooting space he could wish. No, this is front-page news/advertisement in the BIG town about fifty miles away.
“Big” is relative. Even there, as you may have guessed, most people don’t lose sphincter control over a little thing like a gun. Note, in case you actually bothered to read the text, which I don’t necessarily recommend: They only invited women who’d taken firearm training there, and forty women showed up for the first meeting. You think this town has a big rape/assault problem?
