My father grew up in rural Eastern North Carolina during the Great Depression. He was one of 8 kids and the family was poor. He worked when he could, chopping tobacco and took what little he made and bought .22's and shotgun shells. He turned that into squirrel, rabbits and other small game to feed the family. So, he grew up hunting for food and was a fine shot. He taught me to shoot and bought me a .22 rifle for Christmas when I was 10. My mother grew up in rural Georgia in a family of hunters, shooters and lawmen. She considered guns and shooting normal for any man to be doing. They were great parents and encouraged me to shoot and hunt.