Ever shot a shotgun for the first time? I sure have, and let me tell you, it’s a blast—pun intended! Picture this: teenage me, stumbling upon a dusty stash of 16 gauge paper shotgun shells in a friend’s basement, probably left behind by his great-grandpa. We snagged his old single-shot Cooey and spent the afternoon popping paint cans off fence posts in a secluded back pasture, far from any adult supervision. It was safe, it was fun, and hey, we were just responsibly disposing of those ancient rounds before they turned into basement dust. Who said you can’t have a good time while being a responsible gun owner?