Great story Jerry.
In my case, it was an uncle that really helped me out. He mounted and bore sighted my first big game rifle (a Rem 700 270) that I bought with summer wages when I was 14. He later mounted several more scopes for me. As much as the scope mounting, it was really fun to go to his house and show off the new rifle and talk hunting and guns.
He came over one winter day to help me set up a box of stuff marked "RCBS" so I could stuff my own bullets.
Even though I was only a teenager at the time, he treated and talked to me like a fellow adult. For a kid, that means a lot. We had quite a few memorable days chasing whitetail deer. What always amazed me was even though he had killed plenty of animals over the years he was always very excited when either one of us killed a deer. Whether it was a nice buck or a doe, he appreciated the animal just the same.
