Took my dad shooting for the first time at 68 — he loved it

My father spent his whole life vaguely anti-gun, mostly from never being around them. He's been a little lonely since mom passed so I asked if he'd just come watch me at the range. He ended up putting 50 rounds through a .22 and grinning like a kid. We're going back in two weeks and he wants to learn the safety rules 'properly.' Funny how the hobby skipped a generation and is now going backward up the family tree.