Father was neither a shooter or hunter. Maternal Grandfather was but was getting long in the tooth so only got to ground sluice a few grouse as he drove the car along back roads before he wasn't able to do that. I was the youngest grandson my older brothers got a bit more time with him, neither of them continued to hunt or shoot after they got into the later teen years. I couldn't get enough and hunted/fished on my own since about 11 or 12 even though I wasn't legally old enough or had a licence to do so on my own. I'd go to gramps place, take the 22 or the 20 gauge single shot, head up the hill in the woods behind the house and shoot the odd grouse or rabbit. Sometimes shot an annoying red squirrel but not often, ammo was to precious to waste on them.
