Posted July 28, 2019 1:00 pm by Comments

By Cam Edwards

When I moved from the D.C. suburbs of northern Virginia to a small farm outside of the tiny town of Farmville six years ago, one of my first visitors was the county sheriff. I asked him if there were any local ordinances restricting shooting, and he cocked his head and thought about it for a moment.

“Well,” he said slowly. “The noise ordinance kicks in at 11 p.m.”

I laughed. “That’s it,” I asked incredulously.

He thought for another moment.

“It’s not an ordinance, but don’t shoot towards my house.”

Done and done. And for the past six years, I’ve had the genuine pleasure of being able to walk out my kitchen door, walk down the hill, and be plinking within two or three minutes. I’ve hunted on my property, and we’ve used firearms to go after predators like fox and coyote, as well as pesky and problematic varmints like groundhogs. My neighbors have that same freedom, and on the weekends or in the evenings I can sometimes hear two or three different folks shooting on their property. It’s never bothered me, because it’s the sound of freedom. It’s one of the reasons I moved to the country. Why would I be bothered by …Read the Rest

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