Inside, the sunlight streams through high windows. The employees are friendly. The 6,000-square-foot showroom is squeaky clean and equipped with video screens. There are no stuffed bears posed in the attack position, jaws agape. Every Monday, starting at 4PM, women don’t pay a dollar for their range time. In the back, you can have lunch at one of the high-top tables or pay to shoot holes in targets on any of the 19 lanes downstairs.
On the Presidential Lane, I shot an AR-15, a .22, a 9mm. Creighton explained each firearm carefully and coached me as I shot. The guns boomed; the smell of gun powder filled my nose.
“It’s like golf, only louder,” Creighton noted.