Natural born killa I guess.
I started with BB guns when I was 7 shotting all the little critters.
I would catch frogs and put firecrackers in their mouths - boom! It's being outdoors I suppose in a twisted way.
I remember my sister's hampster broke it's little leg and I amputated it and then cotterized it with Dad's bic lighter.
The hampster got so sick my sister asked me to put it out of it's misery and I dawned the BB gun and acted as a proud little hunter.
Archery practicing on my sisters Barbie Dolls.
Then @ 14 my buddies Dad asked my Dad to take me hunting and the rest is history.