Raised by a solo mum, 4 siblings. Still a townie even now. Remember going into Sterling sports as a kid and looking at the guns on the wall. Around intermediate age had a go with an air pistol at some soda cans at mums friends house. That was the start. Then the husband invited me possum shooting. It was cold and nasty but so interesting. Joined ATC and did a little bit of small bore and shot some 303s. In my early teens dad got into a pretty serious motorbike accident so now he needs people to care for him.
Eventually got my fal in my Early 20s. Mum hated guns but didn't let her personal view stop my application. She also worries alot if I'm out hunting. So I don't tell her untill after a big trip. Had a 22 that sat in the safe unused for a few years. Eventually a friend 10 years older who I did a bit of fishing on his boat got into it and we went on some local doc blocks to shoot some goats and that was it. I was hooked. He taught me so much. When I first started hunting I wouldn't even touch an animal after it was dead. Now I'll take the heart and liver for my dogs sometimes.
It's partially having an older male role model and doing things I felt I missed out on as a kid. Spending time with friends and away from everything else.
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