I remember rabbit hunting with my dad when I was about five, I had my trusty BB gun gun with me,I got to shoot one if he was sitting still, dad and I were standing about 40 yards from a stock pond the dogs were running the rabbit in our direction, wasn't just a minute he ran up and stopped on the pond bank, dad said shoot him, I asked if I could use his gun, he just smiled and said OK I took the gun a mossberg 20,GA dad got behind me and when I fired that dang thing knocked me flat on my butt, I know now why he got behind me, to catch the gun so it didn't hit the ground I can still hear dad laughing, got my rabbit though

one of many memories