My father, as a young man, was taught how to point several .50 cal. Brownings toward the enemy and light them off at the same time, but years later, I discovered that he knew nothing about handguns and sporting rifles. I mean zip.
I had to learn from other people. Never once, when I became an adult, would my father go with me to the range. I never pressed him. He had his reasons, and they were good ones.
