Looking back on my beginnings, at that age I enjoyed BB guns and pellet rifles a lot more than .22s. Might have been 'cause I had the latitude to go into the deep woods w/o parental oversight with such contraptions, but not powder guns.
When I started bringing home bunnies, squill and the odd quail now and then, Dad got me a H&R Topper in .410 and I got to go hunting with the 'grownups'. Was probably around 9 or 10 when that happened.
