My dad said I couldn't have a pistol until I was 18. After my folks divorced my mom kept to that, but somehow I convinced both of them that a cap and ball was safer. They agreed and my "Uncle Bill" the man who took me under his wing, helped me pick out and taught me to use a .36 caliber 1851 style. Someone had inlaid a walnut diamond into the maple grips. He helped me file the sights to point of aim and impact and that was my first. I was 13 years old. Once my folks learned it was no safer than a cartridge gun, the flood gates opened. A Hawes .22 and a Ruger Blackhawk. 357. By my 16th birthday I had a Rugrr Vaquero in 45 colt
Nice trick. Parents can be so gullible, LOL. I was told I could only have guns chambered in .22, so I convinced my folks that a Mini-14 was .22 caliber, which it was.
