Some of my fondest childhood memories are from taking vacations to my uncle's farm in Scotland, Ark. (about 50 miles from Clinton) at the foot of the Ozarks. Shot my first skeet and deer there, reloaded my first ammo, bucked off my first horse (I still hate that stoopid horse). We took a lil drive thru the mountains and it was wild to see the signs posted at the end of folk's driveways such as, Warning all Jehova's witnessess and all other tresspassers, YOU WILL BE SHOT ON SITE. I kid you not they were everywhere...lol