So I'm gonna go back a ways here. Mostly I've been talking about being an adult and all, but I thought of a story that would probably entertain y'all. So when I was around...11 or 12 I think, my father taught me to shoot. As I said, he was a lumberjack, so he knew how to get his hands dirty. He hunted a lot, owned a lotta guns. Taught me to shoot with a revolver. He set up a target on a tree, told me how to load it, take the safety off, use the sights, all that. First time I fired I thought I blew my damn eardrums out. They were ringing for days. My father didn't really consider ear protection like people do today. Anyway, I didn't hit anything on that target. I shot 4 more times before my ears were in too much pain, and I still never hit. I can't say I'm surprised, I wasn't even a teenager. Now y'all might be thinking 'Why did he try to teach a 12 year old boy how to shoot a gun?' Well, small towns are different from most other places. Weapons like that are just part of the culture, just something everyone knew how to do like riding a bike or driving a car. So it was pretty normal. Over time I did learn how to use weapons. Had a pistol for self defense, rifle for hunting on occasion. Think I still have em around here somewhere. Maybe I'll go take a look.
- Trevor
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