There were guns behind the kitchen door, laying on the dining room table, hanging in the back window of the truck etc. From my earliest memories. They were just tools and were always close by. The old man told me I could shoot any gun, anytime, as long as I asked. And he never denied me. From the earliest of ages. I never considered touching one unless given permission though. By 10 or so I was allowed to keep a .22 in my bedroom. I was allowed to hunt alone by then also, maybe a little earlier.
My son is 14 and no way in hell i'd let him hunt alone yet.
Last edited by jackmountain; 02/18/20.
