Yeah, I used to shoot all the time as a kid but don't get much opportunity anymore. There are no public ranges here that allow handguns, and obviously all the private ones require a year's membership.
My father used a natural progression in teaching me about guns. I had toy guns but was always coached that it was totally unacceptable to ever point them at anyone. Graduated to BB guns by age 6 or 7 and it was always drummed into my head that I could shoot as much as I wanted but if I ever acted irresponsibly or broke the rules, the gun would go away for a week without question.
Started firing "real guns" by age 8 or 9 and pretty much ran the gambit of everything you could ever want to fire because all of my Dad's friends and relatives were gun enthusiasts. By the time I was 14 I had fired a .50 Desert Eagle (not as bad as they're made out to be, although I might have been firing soft loads), .44 mag revolver (wicked), .38, 9mm, .45, .357, endless rounds of .22, .50 black powder rifle...you name it.
I've been around kids these days that can't be trusted with as much as a BB gun, you try to teach them the right way to approach guns and they're just all over the map pointing it every which way without a care in the world. It's scary how little personal responsibility kids have these days.
My father used a natural progression in teaching me about guns. I had toy guns but was always coached that it was totally unacceptable to ever point them at anyone. Graduated to BB guns by age 6 or 7 and it was always drummed into my head that I could shoot as much as I wanted but if I ever acted irresponsibly or broke the rules, the gun would go away for a week without question.
Started firing "real guns" by age 8 or 9 and pretty much ran the gambit of everything you could ever want to fire because all of my Dad's friends and relatives were gun enthusiasts. By the time I was 14 I had fired a .50 Desert Eagle (not as bad as they're made out to be, although I might have been firing soft loads), .44 mag revolver (wicked), .38, 9mm, .45, .357, endless rounds of .22, .50 black powder rifle...you name it.
I've been around kids these days that can't be trusted with as much as a BB gun, you try to teach them the right way to approach guns and they're just all over the map pointing it every which way without a care in the world. It's scary how little personal responsibility kids have these days.
Amen.
I shot my first pistol (I believe it was a .41 mag) with my dad and his dad when I was six. Just a couple rounds and he was basically holding up the gun for me. Went and dug the slug out of the mountainside it was pretty clear what that could do to someone. I think the biggest realization came from when I got my BB gun and shot a bird and watched it die slow and bloody. I realized that it wasn't always like the movies where something gets shot and *plop* falls down dead. That was enough for me to realize it wasn't a game and there could be immediate and horrible consequence to a screw up.

