Nobody in my family was into shooting although I always had toy guns. My dad had a .22 from when he was a kid. He took me out to shoot it in a gravel pit a few times when I was in Boy Scouts so I could get my Marksmanship Merit Badge, about 7th grade. I went to camp that summer and won 2nd place in the shooting competition. I pretty much got into it on my own after that, going rabbit hunting with my buddies in the summer. Bought every gun I own after I got out of school. Now my sisters call me Uncle Bubba (but I know whose house they'd show up at if things went South).