I bought my daughter her first shotgun on Sunday, a .410 imported by Remington. The gun cost me a whopping $90, and for the record, it will soon sport a Barbie-pink paint job. She just turned 7, but she's been asking for a shotgun since she was 4.
I took her to our family farm after school yesterday and let her pop off a few rounds. She was mildly surprised by the recoil, as she has never shouldered a scattergun before, but she nailed the coke can I set up for her on the first shot. As she squeezed the trigger I leaned up against her, just in case she lost her footing. The can toppled, and she looked at me, wild-eyed, and said "wow, that thing kicks!"
Expecting her shock to manifest itself as fear, I asked her if she wanted to shoot it again. I almost teared up when she replied "can I please, daddy?"
She hit the can three times out of three shots, and she only stopped then when I told her we needed to get back to work. I wish I had my camera with me, cause if I did, I'd post pictures of the can she shot.
It was one of those proud moments that words can't describe.
I took her to our family farm after school yesterday and let her pop off a few rounds. She was mildly surprised by the recoil, as she has never shouldered a scattergun before, but she nailed the coke can I set up for her on the first shot. As she squeezed the trigger I leaned up against her, just in case she lost her footing. The can toppled, and she looked at me, wild-eyed, and said "wow, that thing kicks!"
Expecting her shock to manifest itself as fear, I asked her if she wanted to shoot it again. I almost teared up when she replied "can I please, daddy?"
She hit the can three times out of three shots, and she only stopped then when I told her we needed to get back to work. I wish I had my camera with me, cause if I did, I'd post pictures of the can she shot.
It was one of those proud moments that words can't describe.