What was your first kill

dont remember ... i do have vivid memories of some wrong things ive done .. i recall as a kid shooting at a pair of doves on the ground with a co2 gun and killing one and then its mate sat up on the power wire waiting for it for the next year every day ... truly sad ... so to me it really needs to be justified ..it needs to be a pest to feel good about it and made up problems dont count .. that or your hungry lol ...
 
Goin' on 60 years old, and i've never put a round into a living being. hope never to need to. nothing against hunters, i just prefer my food pre-cut and packaged. :)



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A sparrow when i was a kid with a slingshot, then there was a long lull until one day i threw a stone at a wooden fence, i hit it alright, the stone bounced back bringing with it a sparrow i had not seen in the shrubbery in front of the fence.

Lately just rats with a airgun, and thats not much as getting permissions even from places that are crawling are impossible for some strange reason.

I was also as a kid accused to shooting at caged rabbits on the local playground, of course i would never do something that demented, actually i was hiding behind the rabbit cages, and we kids was shooting with DIY bows and arrows at each others legs,,,,,, and some times the blunt arrows did penetrate the skin. ( no one lost any eyes )
 
Goin' on 60 years old, and i've never put a round into a living being. hope never to need to. nothing against hunters, i just prefer my food pre-cut and packaged. :)



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Same i do not shoot things i am not going to eat, and as i am not skilled in skinning or very good at cooking, if it have a heartbeat it would have to be a rat,,,,,, not even sure i would feel good shooting a bird of some sort though i am sure they annoy Danish farmers as much as many other places.
 
I was 7 years old and living with my granny on her farm, I had gotten a red ryder type bb gun for my birthday. That day I got A couple of sparrows and a starling. Each sparrow or starling earned a bounty of 15 cents which was 2-3 cents more than the cost of a tube of bbs depending on where I got them from. Each day after school I was out at the tree line surrounding the house trying to earn more bbs. Crows were worth a whole Dollar but, I never did get one. Those smart little buggers could see that bb gun from a long way off, give the warning call, and disappear faster than I could close the front door. Gophers were worth a lot too and we had a yard full of them. Hated that they usually survived long enough to scamper back down their hole before they died and I couldn't get the proof they'd died to get my reward. I dont remember there being much of a pidgin problem. 

I carried a small sack with me to carry my trophies back each day at supper time to collect. All the barn cats by then would be in the yard "finding" the gophers that escaped and granny would empty out the bag and have a pile of growling cats at her feet.
 
Don’t know how I did it while still in diapers, but a famous story my mom likes to bring up is when she walked in on me as a young un and saw me suckin’ hard on something with my fingers in my mouth. She looks closer and sees it’s a horsefly. Not your typical born in the US of A horsefly but one from the Philippines, and those are huge!

yeah, so that was my first kill, lol. 

Now with a pellet/bb gun, it would have to be a ground squirrel in the elementary school playground by where I lived here in the US. Those critters like hanging out where the monkey bars and trees are at. So I snuck up on one, and popped him in the head from about 10 yards away. I was like 13 or 14 at the time.
 
Except for snakes and mice, so far I’ve never killed anything that I wasn’t going to eat.

My first kill was pheasant (with a shotgun). . I shot 4 that day, took them home and the wife cooked two. Not so good. Gave the other two away and I’ve not shot a pheasant since then. I did go on a hog hunt and killed one. It was delicious 😇. I’ll do that again.
 
My first kill was a sparrow when I was 6 years old with a BB gun. Probably a Daisy. I remember I just hit it in the wing and it fluttered on the ground. I felt bad and cried, but got over it and continued to shoot sparrows by the dozens and feed them to our cat. That was 1955. I later got a .22 cal. Benjamin pump when I was 8 years old, and killed what I considered my first big game, a jackrabbit.