My ten-year-old son is the most gun-crazy kid I’ve ever known, and I’ve known a few. I think he would rather sit and shoot pop cans with his .22 than eat. He’s an outdoorsy, kinetic kid who plays soccer, loves to hunt, fish, hike, and camp, and he’s the last kid in the world you’d expect to see with his nose in a book.
Not long after he started sounding out words, I introduced him to adventure stories... Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett, even Louis L’Amour westerns. Now he reads himself to sleep every night, and dreams of hunting elk and mountain lions.