[RKDinOKC]

Since I was 13 years younger than the next sibling I was pretty much an only kid when it came to playing with the real guns. And he was in the service by the time I went to kindergarten. My Dad was a fisherman not a hunter. My earliest memory of guns was sitting in lawn chairs in my grandma's yard with a cousin, Buddy, 13 years older as well. We each had a BB gun and were plinking the cicadas out of the trees when they started making noise. Think I remember it because his long haired terrier, Whiskers would fetch them to us as they fell out of the trees. Whiskers would bring it to whomever shot it! Later I thought it was kind of weird that people had specific breeds of dogs for bird hunting and retrieving.

My Mom had two sisters and each had a boy the same age as my next oldest brother. The three went hunting/fishing/camping/etc together all the time. They pretty much stopped the overnight camping part after their albino sasquatch encounter.