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| - I've seen enough zombie movies to feel pretty competent in my knowledge of the undead. But book learnin' ain't the same as street smarts, which is why I dig the Usery Pass Shooting Range.
Considering the fact that we're in a relative period of peace with regard to zombie human relations, I don't feel the need to own any fire power. I like to be prepared, but I'm not paranoid. Luckily, I get to work in some training drills when I go out with a couple of my well armed friends. As a bonus, it's a very structured environment for target practice, with all sorts of park rangers keeping an eye on the going ons, so nobody ends up the victim of idiocy.
Like most newbies, I dig .22s because they don't have any recoil. The range provides targets that you can stagger at different distances and I'm pretty good at close range. But at close range that's just going to piss off a zombie and maybe it'll slow them down long enough for me to run. Enter the AK-47 and the Russian M-44. Now I don't have testes, but when I'm holding these weapons I feel downright manly. Ain't no demonic, soul sucking beasties getting to my brains.
Now, the nitty gritty details. It costs six bucks for a day of shooting and you're required to have ear plugs and glasses. I think there is some kind of member deal through the Rio Salado Sportsman Club, but I'm not interested in shooting small furry animals and that's what the word "sportsman" conjures up, plus I don't go nearly often enough to make use of a membership. I'm only interested in pretending that the targets are slow lumbering undead with the all consuming desire to slurp up my learnin' juice.
It's kind of far to travel if you don't live in East Mesa, but it makes for a fun morning and you even get a consolation prize, a recoil bruise and striations from the butt of the AK. Again, manliness.
I dare say, when the zombie apocalypse is nigh, I'll be prepared. Or at least I'll know a couple people who are.
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