I had guns in my genes. I can recall when I was 5 or 6 sneaking up to the attaic to play with the M-1 Carbine my old man brought back from WWII, my mother said when she was little she was lucky enough to know one of her great-grandmothers, said she had the reputation of being a good shot. Had my share of cap pistols. First proper introduction to firearms was in Boy Scout Camp when I was 13.