Down behind the barn. Shot over some pasture into the woods behind with 22s. No supervision as we kids were taught how to handle a firearm before we were allowed to shoot one. My father was very strict concerning any type of firearm used around the farm. No monkey business with that old timer. When my behavior slipped while shooting on a couple of occasions. Lost of shooting privilege was nothing compared to the whooping. No being told to go your room like today's kids. My father was "Old School in corporal punishment."
Heartland of gun country. Fishing too.