Remember back in the 50's? (Pennsylvania) We would get on the school bus with the single-shot 12 gauge and a pocket full of shells. Put 'em in the locker with all the other junk. (Locks?? Heck NO. What for?)
After school, pin a red bandanna on our backs and the huinting license on top, and walk home across the fields and gather a few rabbits or a ringneck for tomorrow's supper.
Do that today, and we'd NEVER ever see the light of day! And the nervous nellies would be in such a tizzy they might never ever recover.
First 22 A Christmas gift at 12 yrs old, and on from there. (It was later used for shooting rats in the city dump with a flashlight taped to the barrel when I should have been studying for the chem exam)
But it helped having a good coach when I got serious about Bullseye. No substitute for a good teacher, and Mel Swerdloff was one good one.
But as has been said here, before: learn each gun and how it works, practice enough with it that you know what to expect and that you can use it as it ought to be.
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