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  •  I was nine.. (1+ / 0-)
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    commonmass

    When I learned to shoot. Didn't get to have my own gun - and had to chant the safety rules every time I went out on the range before I got issued my rifle and ammo. Had to recite them to lay my hands on the air rifle for can plinking, too, with Pops always right there to tell me what was what, too.

    Got a cut-down .243 when I was 12, and legal to hunt - it was mine, but I only got to handle it when we went out to practice at the range or hunt, and dad was never more than five yards away when I had it in my hands.

    The kid has something to do with it, too. Some kids you can put a rifle in their hands at 8-10-12, supervised, and expect it to come out ok. My sister and I got taught to shoot as kids - but neither one of us, or our dad, would even consider putting a firearm in my nephew's hands. It'd be a recipie for death. The enabler, though, to problem is when parents eyes are too clouded by closeness and ideology to see the kids' real readiness.

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