Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, Expelled Philosopher, and Maladroit Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. "Sent down" from Oxford. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Only someone who has never been to a firing range, or who hasn't been to one this century, would be surprised by this. One of my favorite memories is teaching my niece to shoot a rifle and watching her share the range with a couple of bikers.