First time I ever used a firearm was when I was about 10 or 11, out with my dad shooting bunnies.
His firearm sat me on my bum, so I got the job of carrying the dead bunnies after that.
At 15 I used my friend slug gun and gave the tin cans hell.
Between then, and August this year, I did my safety course, rang a couple of clubs and found one fairly local. I showed up and was given instruction from the word go.
At the range, I was taught how to shoot an old Anschutz. Unfortunately, all I've been taught so far is how to line up the target at 50m, oh and now 20m. I still know nothing about cleaning, and maintaining, and to this day, I've never shot from the shoulder. I've never actually had to hold the rifle whilst firing it due to shooting Benchrest only.
When my back improves, I'll be doing that next.
Other than at the range, it's been impossible to find anyone to tutor me in all things firearms. The range master has limited time to dedicate to me, and I'm thankful for any time he can spare.
Because of this, I want to learn as much as I possibly can so that I can teach my kids properly.
So, that's my story of where I learnt to shoot.
Jenna
PS. On a side note, I was with a guy yesterday who's a hunter and has been around firearms for at least 20 years. At the range yesterday, he scared both myself and the range master by not pointing the rifle in a safe direction. At the range, we always carry our rifles pointing towards the roof. It's a tin roof as opposed to a concrete floor. Twice, over the course of an hour, we had a rifle pointed in our direction!