A Town Full of Christian Hunters, Apparently

Having been in Mississippi for a couple weeks, there have been quite a few "southern moments" that as a Yank, I've tried to not be too shocked by. Yesterday I took my car in for an oil change. Let me just say, though, many things you'd expect to be open on the weekends aren't. Like a car wash. Isn't that what you get done on the weekends? Especially the town where I live, which could be best defined as conservative Baptist, the Sabbath is strictly observed, and it's offensive if businesses are open on Sundays. It's a little inconvenient, but not being able to do errands on Sunday does force you to spend time with those you care most about. I digress.

So, I took my car in for an oil change on Saturday, a standard affair. I'm sitting in the waiting area, sipping on bitter coffee, and I start flipping through the reading material on the coffee table: Hunting Illustrated Magazine, Hunting Bow Magazine, Bible stories for kids, etc..., and not one Time or Newsweek. What's the deal? I figure, well, if it's your business, it's up to you which magazines you want to subscribe to for it. But I'm still pretty curious, because I've been in a mechanic's waiting area plenty of times, and I've never seen this type of selection before. I ask the manager at the desk if he's a big hunter and politely comment on how interesting the magazines seem. He smiled at me, and said something that I've been hearing a lot of lately, "Ma'am, you're not from around here, are you?" I bat my eyes, and bashfully nod. He says, "Everyone in this town is a hunting Christian." I reply, "Everyone?" He says, "Everyone."

Gee whiz, I thought that was pretty interesting, and I get the feeling he was going for the shock factor, so I'm going to keep looking into his overarching statement.