I spent my childhood with a gun. Before I’d really kissed a girl, I was out hunting on my own. Um, I take that back; when I was in first grade several girls held me down on the playground and kissed me repeatedly. It was a traumatic experience. But, in my defense, there were four of them and only one of me.
My early firearms education was rather archaic, mostly limited to being told to; not point that thing at anyone, don’t jerk the trigger, and not to waste ammo. Since then I’ve attended many shooting schools, and it’s made me a decent shot. Looking at my resume though, you’d think I could perform at the John Wick level. I can’t. This might lead you to believe learning to shoot well, is about as hard as skinning a cat, in the dark, with a candle, and a butter knife. It’s not.