My father is/was a hunter and a reservist so I grew up around rifles but it was a friend of my fathers who gave me my first gun, a BB bolt gun that I had to cycle with all my 7 (or so) year old might, we were at a dinner at the friends house and I reckon the grownups thought we were being obnoxious so he put me outside with the rifle, empty beer cans and a small box of pellets. they watched me for a while then figured I could handle it.
Still have the rifle, been meaning to renovate it, my brother somehow jammed it up when he inherited it.
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