My Dad started taking my sister and I out to the sandpit when we were 7 and 9. Of course, my older brother got to go hunting years before that, and of course we were very jealous! Nothing delights me more than seeing a dad with his girl at the range or the sandpit - not only for my own memories' sake, but for the passing on of such American values as self-defense, self-control, and self-preservation!
We don't get out nearly often enough now, but Dad has a great collection, and whenever he gets a new gun we have a great excuse to ditch any other tasks and head out to his private shooting range for some practice. He just got the Vaquero birdshead grip .45, in both blue and stainless.
