The first thing I remember about shooting was at about 4 years old, I would sit in my Granddads lap and he would hold the gun up and I would sight and shoot, the stock was too long for me to get it up to my shoulder. he would let me shoot till I got tired, I got a bb gun to take out on my own at about 5 or 6. when I was 7 my dad ordered a savage single shot 20 gauge for me out the sears catalog. I hunted a lot of quail with that gun. When I was 11, I wanted a pistol, we found a used .22 colt Frontier Scout. at a pawn shop, I've probally shot 50,000 shell through that pistol, spits lead like crazy, still got it. I've had it 44 years and still shoo it ocasionally,
I grew up in the country about as far in the country as you could get, I've been roaming the woods by myself since I was 6 years old, I' be 55 next month.
Nobody had to worry about a kid in those days, you could wonder around and the only thing anybody would do to you was talk to you or offer you a drink of water or ice tea.
I still hunt, squirell, deer, varmit anything that moves. I just love being out in the wide open spaces.