One of the greatest things about living in rural Virginia is the fact that I can walk about my back door and be at my backyard range in a matter of seconds. Of course, with ammo in such short supply my plinking sessions have been fewer and farther between over the past few months, but between me and several of my neighbors, the sound of rifles, pistols, and shotguns are a fairly regular occurrence on the weekends.
I never mind hearing my neighbor banging away on his AR-15 or the distant sound of a shotgun blast. It’s the sound of freedom, and I’d much rather listen to my neighbors shooting on their property than the incessant whines of a dozen leaf blowers wielded by an army of suburban dads. I moved to the country for many reasons, and one of them was the ability to exercise my Second Amendment rights.
There are plenty of folks who disagree with me, unfortunately, and the issue of recreational shooting, whether at bare-bones backyard ranges or full-scale commercial operations, can be one of the most contentious topics at small-town city council and rural county commission meetings. In fact, in Woodstock, New Hampshire, a new gun range set to open its doors on Halloween has the town of 1,500 people deeply divided.