I had my truck into Fleet Farm for an oil change the other day and, of course, I had a good bit of time to kill while the ol’ girl was on the hoist. I started sauntering down the aisles, looking at everything and nothing all at the same time — truck accessories, outdoor cooking, power tools, boots — the usual loop. And it was only a matter of time before I ended up at the gun counter. It’s the nucleus of every sporting goods store, and I’m drawn to it like gravity.
I hadn’t been window shopping for a full 2 weeks, and sometime between this visit and the one prior, the entire firearms section had been completely overhauled, with more lights, display glass and firepower than I’d even…
