When I was 6 years old, I was introduced to a Ruger Bearcat. My dad's hunting buddy had one and he let me shoot it one day. Surprisingly to everyone, I was a natural. Every time we were around a crowd of hunters, he'd place bets that I could out shoot them using there rifles and me using his revolver. So, after years of seeing the disbelief in people, I made up my mind I was gonna keep them in disbelief. I started handgun hunting not long after that with a pump up Daisy pellet pistol; I forget the model. I hunted birds and squirrel with my pistol while the other kids were using their pellet rifles. I used both rifles and handguns through my teenage years, but dropped the rifles totally in 1990. Handgun hunting is just second nature to me now; don't really think of it as a handicap or challenge, just hunting.


It takes 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile, but only 3 for proper trigger squeeze.