Over the past twenty years or so, I’ve decided that some of the nicest people you’ll ever find hang out in two places: martial arts dojos and shooting ranges. That’s not what one would expect in places that train people in the art of defensive mayhem, but the reality is that in both dojos and shooting ranges, you’ll find people who adore what they do, who are very knowledgeable about it, and who love sharing their knowledge and helping out.
This is especially true at shooting ranges, as was proven to me again today. I wonder whether this has something to do with the fact that, at least in the blue, blue Bay Area, people at shooting ranges are beleaguered in the general community. At the shooting range, they can be themselves and share their pleasure with others. Or it could be that people who believe in the Second Amendment are just seriously nice.
This morning I met two of my readers, as well as their charming, poised son, at Bullseye, the local shooting range in San Rafael. Out of respect for their privacy — because, as I said, gun owners are not incredibly popular here in Marin — I’ll call my readers Amy and Henry.
Before today, I hadn’t met Amy or Henry. Instead, all of our contact had been via email. Some months ago, during our email exchanges, Amy had asked me if I would like to join them at Bullseye, adding that she and Henry have a nice collection of guns that I was welcome to try. You’d think that I’d jump at that invitation, wouldn’t you? Actually, I didn’t. I got nervous. That’s because I read too much.