Cool, but my Dad took me hunting and such, but it was an uncle (by marriage) that gave me my lifelong obsession with guns. He used to buy and sell guns as a way to make a few spare bucks (back when that wasn't any big thing) and he'd always be bringing over something interesting to go shoot in the backyard or on the farm. Often he'd bring me a box or two of shells and a good old used rifle, shotgun, or pistol and give it to me to play with for a week or so before he resold it. You name it, I shot it by the time I was ten and well beyond ... I just took to it, unlike my other brothers ... but for me it was the greatest thing ever. The freedom of roaming about with a 1911 or a old 22, just plinking away.
I have the "horse trading" uncle as well. He would snap up ok to low condition stuff in the used section of gun stores and my cousins, my brother and myself would shoot the living shit out of them for a while and then he would refurbish them back to good to excellent condition and make a profit. He has quite the collection now and is in his mid-sixties, love going over to his house for the forth of July.
That's so cool, very similar to my own story.
I think everybody that grows up on a farm in the country has a similar uncle. Must be a universal rule.
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