In 2013, I did something I’d done only once before: I went to a range and shot some guns. Lots of guns. All shapes, ages, and sizes.
This is a very strange thing to do for a guy born British. Guns are featured almost nowhere in British culture.
Accordingly, I was unsurprised by the reaction of my mother when I called home and told her that I had a great time learning about firearms and discovering I wasn’t a bad shot, even with a WWII Enfield.