I was 10 years old in 1950. My Dad, an officer in the USMC, was CO of Marine Barracks on Guam. He was invited to participate in a feral hog hunt and took me along. Several other officers were in attendance. All armed with M1 Carbines. We had a local guide but either he wasn't very good or the hogs went on vacation. We saw none. We did see the mud markings on several trees where they had rubbed. I remember them being almost as tall as me. So I really wasn't upset that we didn't see any. Later in the day interest in the hunt waned and the men started target shooting and I was offered a turn. It was the first time I ever shot a real gun and it was an M1. Tom I.
Great story. First rifle I fired was my grandfather's Model 30 JC Higgins .22. He took me when I was 8 or so to hunt frogs and said the .22 was a better tool than a frog gig, I just had to shoot parallel to shore, or I'd blast the frogs into the pond!