I grew up as a video gamer, so I was always interested to a degree. But what really stands out to me was when I was in middle school or so. My best friends father took us out to the range (he was a Vietnam era SF veteran) with an bunch of toys. I didn't even know their family owned guns until that day.
While we spent most of the day messing with a 10/22, an 870, and a PT92, it was the last one that forever "turned" me. At the end of the day, when he was satisfied we understood enough about safety and fundamentals, he brought out a Springfield 1903.
When it was my turn, I hunched down behind it on the bench and tried to figure out the irons. Having been shooting a 22 most of the day, I didn't prepare myself for a 30-06. The recoil from the first shot made the solid wood stock bounce off my shoulder and crack me in the jaw. Ive been hooked ever since.
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