 So I get up to the line, the gentleman hands me the shotgun, and I yell, pull, and I immediately pull the trigger. And I was just with this recoil that was not nearly as bad as I had made it out to be in my mind and from everything I kind of thought. So the lesson from that was that you got to aim, which I did subsequently and started breaking clays. And ever since then, I just really enjoyed firearms. So fast forward to when I was turning 18.