My mom and Dad divorced when I was 6, and until she re-married my "dad" ( I call him dad because to me he is, I have the utmost respect for him) I had no prior experience with a firearm. My first kill was the back window of his 1973 Bronco. Shot it dead center with a Red Ryder. No doubt. I was 9 at the time, been huntin ever since. I have, however, found that squirrels and quail taste much better than glass.