The training room in Second Amendment Sports at 2523 Mohawk St. has a sort of hybrid-dojo feel to it.

A table with a samurai sword mounted on it sits at one end of the room, with the feel of an altar.

Clint Eastwood scowls at me from his position on the south wall, and I’m slightly confused by the glossy artistic 8X10 next to it that shows a pistol lying next to a cherry on a gray background.

Assistant Manager Jennifer McKenna is giving us the rundown on the assortment of training courses the business offers as we fill out liability waivers. I scan the waiver and check the appropriate boxes.

Before they place a semi-automatic death machine into my eager hands, Second Amendment is understandably interested in whether or not I am or ever have been a convicted felon, if I am currently under the influence of any mind-altering substances, and if I’ve ever been committed to a mental institution for “an overnight stay.”

Apparently day trips aren’t something that concerns them, I remark.

McKenna jokes that they must not be that concerned, since she spends most of her time committed.

She’s an easygoing, likable manager, and we laugh at her jokes. After all, she could be armed. McKenna gives us the guided tour.

It’s a big place, and after spending a few minutes looking around the first thing you notice is that it’s more than just a gun shop.

It’s a paradise for a variety of outdoor hobbyists.

Besides the standards of firearms, holsters and other accessories, and ammunition, there is a plethora of fishing, hunting, and camping gear.

There’s an impressive selection of really cool-looking compound bows and other archery paraphernalia, and literally hundreds of different rifles and pistols of all calibers.

An amazing M4 Assault Rifle that looks like it is directly out of “Call of Duty” transfixes me but McKenna informs me it’s for law enforcement only.

Beyond that, if you’re looking for camouflage apparel, duck calls, or synthetic elk urine, look no further.

Second Amendment is stocked to provide you with just about anything you need for hunting, fishing, archery, camping, etc.

My photographer unfortunately denies my request to test out the fake elk urine in the name of science on her person, citing the lack of elk in the immediate vicinity.

I question her devotion to the spirit of journalism, but she shrugs me off.

In the range, McKenna coaches us on the safety parameters we are expected to practice if we are going to be firing guns off.

We don the requisite ear and eye protection, and I choose a Sig 9mm handgun and a target featuring a lumbering zombie that sort of resembles me on it (not surprising, the Bin Laden target is currently sold out).

We squeeze off sixty or so rounds, which is an immensely satisfying experience. Somehow, firing a gun is a terrific stress reducer, an effect I’m unable to explain.

It’s relatively cheap, around $15 for the ammunition and target.

Several different membership packages are available where signing on for a full year can net you savings on renting various guns and allowing you to bring in guests to shoot with you for no cost.

It was an enjoyable and informing experience, and I’m giving serious thought to going back and purchasing a membership for myself, although I don’t own any guns. Yet.