Wow. That's the earliest in the morning I've ever achieved my goal.
There is a shooting range in our back yard.
Sorry, I meant public ranges. I'll remember the invite when it warms up a little. If it comes with instruction I may find myself well prepared for the zombie apocalypse.
Or the Cyprian apocalypse, which is actually looking like a possibility.
Cypriot, not Cyprian. “Cyprian” is outdated slang for “prostitute.”
(Have a been annoying?)