I'd like to point out that the one thing we never lacked around our house was guns when I was growing up. I got a BB gun when I was 4 as a Christmas present and in spite of that movie I never shot my eye out. By the time I was 7 I was shooting dad's shotgun. Dad was big on starting kids off with a shotgun since the range was limited. Before I was 10 we had a Marlin 60 - this was the mid 1960's btw - and I learned to shoot rifles with that. The one .22 I have that dad gave me once belonged to the guy who lived on the neighboring farm. He had no family of his own so he willed the gun to my dad not to mention his farm. That guy was like Santa Claus to us kids. He bought us a mountain of presents on Christmas - he had a great job at a steel mill and no one to spend his money on. Plus he gave all of us a present any time any one of us had a birthday. He gave us gum or something every day because he came to eat dinner every day with my grandmother and aunt. Things were different in those days. Neighbors were like family that slept in a different house. That gun was his only gun and he gave it to dad. My brother hunted squirrels with it for a dozen years and he killed a bunch of them. When he moved out of the house he left the gun and dad really had no use for it anymore so he gave it to me. Needless to say that old cheap gun means the world to me.
I have an even better story about the shotgun dad gave me but that one can wait.
I have an even better story about the shotgun dad gave me but that one can wait.