Most of my friends enjoy shooting, and when they are not on the range, they are probably talking about their favorite sport in one way or another. I think once you start shooting, it gets in your blood, becomes part of who you are and never quite goes away. My affliction started when I was just a young boy, and I’ve been hooked ever since. My first rifle was a semi-auto .22LR. My first handgun was a Beretta 92F. The rifle was a tool to me; it went wherever I went (I spent almost all of my time trekking through the woods close to my home). I remember the rifle for the memories that I made while carrying it. My Beretta 92 left a different sort of impression. If anyone could be said to be in love with an object, this gun held my affection.