First time I remember pretty well. I was 4 1/2 yrs old. Dad took me squirrel hunting for the first time ever. Blackbird sitting on powerline...he got me in front of him, put the Winchester up to my shoulder, got behind me, and helped hold it up and told me to pull the trigger.
That model 12 flat out kicked my butt!
He laughed....and i have been hooked on guns ever since. Just wish he would of stayed around and not moved when mom and him got divorced. I would of gotten more experience hunting with him. But the bug bit. I was hunting on my own at 8yrs old.
At 8 yrs old, mom would give me 1 shotgun shell for my H&R 20 ga.
I take my shell, go to the 5 acre pasture beside us, kick up a rabbit, miss, go tromping back and yell mom I missed, I need another shell.
Get my shell, go back to the pasture, kick up a rabbit, go tromping back to the house......
I played this routine for 2 yrs....but on the 2nd yr mom gave me 5 shells to take.
Towards the end of the season, i finally connected!! I hit that rabbit and rolled him!!
Thing was, being my first kill with something other than my bb gun and spatsys....he kept kicking!!
Needless 5 shots later i killed him...he quit twitching!!
I went and picked that rabbit up and I swear he rattled from the lead shot in him!!
Took him to my neighbors to clean, he laughed and shook his head when i blurted the story of my "great rabbit hunt" out to him.
Ended up throwing him in the field behind the house for the yotes. I bet those yotes lost a few teeth eating that carcass!!!