I will share my embarrasing first experience with firearms.
I went to Alabama (note my location) to visit my uncle.
Upon trying to get me a valid hunting liscense I was one year under in age.
My uncle took me out anyways.
First thing I did was try to shoot a bird off a power line, which made my uncle crap bricks.
We stalked across this land, that had these white things that popped when you stepped on them, I did end up bagging a squirrel, which my uncle made me eat, against all protests. He helped me, it tasted pretty good honestly.
Then we went to his property, where we shot beer bottles with a shotgun.
I was maybe 11-12, and kinda small. I could not hit jack with this thing. It tossed me around honestly.
So I channel my movie experience, and put this thing near my face. Not knowing the guys in movies, have strength and experience, two things I was lacking, being a skinny yankee.
I fire, the bottle splatters, and my right eye lights up in pain.
Great shot! My uncle howls. I howl in pain, as I was given the biggest shiner ever.
At least I hit the bottle! I was simply wounded and embarrassed, the bottle met its end on top of a burned out shell of a Volkswagen Bug.
Soop 1, bottle 0
OK so make fun of me now