My mother's family is rural. I learned to shoot at 12, my sister at 10. My sister is one of the best shots in the family, and one of my mother's older sisters was very nearly tapped for FBI sniper training. (Apparently she failed the psych test.) We have also come to the conclusion that part of knowing how to use a gun is knowing when not to, so for assorted reasons we don't currently own any. (My son is bipolar, my sister suffers from depression, and my hands shake so badly these days my aim is ruined.)

On the other hand, I don't think my mother has fired a gun in her life. I'm not sure she's ever even picked one up to put it away. So you never know.

(Incidentally, the local procedure for getting rid of ammunition is turning it in to the police. The look on the officer's face when we opened up the file box we'd had to wheel in because it took two people to lift it was adorable. I kind of wish I'd gotten a picture.)