Like most my grandfather got me in to hunting at a very early age, he passed when I was 12. My dad tried, but he was not a hunter or shooter, but I had the bug since I was old enough to think about shooting. At 15 I bought a Savage 340 in .222 from a neighbor who was quite a shooter and reloader. It grew from there. My neighbor was also a Camp Perry shooter. He got me into indoor matches before I went off to college. Being in the rifle team kept me in school plus a very cute gal in the cafeteria..
