I got a BB gun when I was five but could only use it when my dad or grandfather was with me. At six I began accompanying them on short hunts. We lived rural Louisiana and could hunt literally right out the back door. But it was a different time and place. At ten I had a Crosman pump air rifle and was allowed a .410 single shot or a Remington Targetmaster for squirrel hunting on my own but still with parents nearby. By twelve I was set free to roam the woods with my choice though I mostly carried my pumper. If I was in my pirogue for fishing then I might have carried the .410 for cottonmouths. My grade school, 1-8, Catholic, had a Fin and Fur club and for real, one of the nuns taught fishing and the priest who had been a Marine and was a Korean veteran taught shooting, it did require parental permission and I think it was open for fifth graders.