As a child I was given a HW35 .22 with open sites by a relative, you know the one that would give you pen knives and shit .At weekends I would visit a wood waiting for pigeons to come in.Never got one for months then one evening I heard a cock pheasant calling.I managed to stalk it and dispatched it with a perfect head shot.I remember thinking to the teachers at school that said I would never achieve anything, haha f**k you all I thought.Best days were as a kid.