Took my oldest grandson to the range yesterday. Started him out over 20 years ago with a bb gun. He was so small he couldn't hold it up so I set him up on a bench. I would hang drink cans on rubber bands so they would swing and jump when he hit them. I can still hear him giggle when he would hit one. Over time he move on to a 22 then a 243 and then one of my 3006s. On Fridays during deer season I'd drive over a hundred miles to get him so we could hunt Saturday and Sunday morning. Now he has been out of the Marine Corp a little over a year. He is 6 ft 1 about 225 and pretty much whipped my butt with every thing we shot yesterday. Where is that skinny kid I use to take hunting?