I will soon be 66 years old and i still vividly remember my Dad coming home one evening with a little book/phamplet that went through the basics of shooting and gun safety. I literally soaked it up like a sponge. I was 9 years old. He started me off with a .22 rilfe at a club range and skeet shooting with a 20ga. Single barrel. From there we advance to hunting afield basically kicking up a rabbit or two. Very happy memories.
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My Father was probably alittle too permissive and let hunt on my own bedfore i was mature enough. My .02 cents.....i would be very much hands on.
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