I think I got started about age 5 by my Grandad. From the time I was 3 or 4 I followed him running trap lines. Then he helped me hold the old Glenfield 60 .22 that he carried and let me shoot the coyote that was in the trap at the time. After that we always went to the river and he let me shoot just about every can, bottle and twig I could find.
Then at age 10 when I got my hunter safety card He gave me a savage bolt action 20ga. Had that 20ga for 6 or 7 years until the top od the barrel split and it got disposed of.
I have no idea how many times my grandad and I went rabbit and squirrel hunting but I loved being in the woods with him. And also running trap lines for coyote, mink, muskrat and beaver.
My grandad passed in 1994. To this day I can't look at a marlin 60 and not remember my grandad. And just being arond guns brings back a lot of great memories.
What on god's green earth do you think your doing?