My two closest friends took me shooting for the first time in summer 1988 I was 20. Mom bought my first gun for me that Christmas a Ruger 10/22 after that I slowly started accumulating firearms and needed to feed them. One friends dad was an avid collector, shooter, and reloader he taught the three of us the art of hand loading and bullet casting so I guess I can blame them for my affliction. What a wonderful affliction it is. Oh, and a special thanks to the members of this forum I'm 50 now and still learning new things from many of you here. 30 years later and I'm fortunate enough to still go shooting with the same two friends.