Yeah, that old chestnut. I remember my first time. Just hanging at the range, enjoying the atmosphere, and the stranger. "Hey kid, you wanna try this?"
Taking the rifle, trembling with fear and anticipation. Popping off a couple, and thinking, "This is the way I want to feel for the rest of my life."
Oh yeah, high style at first. Rugers and Winchesters, cheap, plentiful ammo. The party never ends. Then the downward spiral. Smarmy, smoke filled gun shows, cheap Hi Points from strange vendors, and then, rock bottom, Wolf ammo.
The family at Christmas, "Where is he?" My poor wife, covering for me, knowing full well that I'm at the State Gamelands, freezing, with a used H&R single shot, chasing the dragon.
Send them to me. Save yourself.