My father was a gun person -- not hugely into hunting, although he did make the occasional outing for deer, dove, or duck. He cast and reloaded ammo, and was a Bullseye target shooter. I got my first firearm when I was six -- a Ruger Mk I pistol; when I was seven I got a Remington .22 single shot that my father cut down to fit me; when I was eight I got a Ruger Single Six Convertible. I guess I was about 10 when I got a bolt action .410 shotgun, and about 13 when my father paid $20 through the NRA for a M-1 Carbine for me. A couple of years later my father got me set up in Bullseye shooting with a Colt Gold Cup, a Smith and Wesson Model 41, and a Smith K-38. Neither my father or I were big sports fans, and most of my best memories of him and myself involve shooting.