When I was about 10, my dad got me a Webley Typhoon (youth Hurricane) for my birthday.

I had not wanted a gun. But I took to it like a duck to water and it started a life-long interest. Many more guns of all kinds followed. Comps, stalking, pests, collecting…

Oddly, my father was not a shooter. But my mother’s father (who died when I was very young) was, and his father and grandfather were respectively, a military armourer and a BSA gunsmith. Maybe it’s in the DNA?