Female, 55 years old, and living in the USA. The only one I have ever owned is a water gun.
I grew up with a father and older brother that bird-hunted, so there were shot guns in the house. Dad taught me how to load shot gun shells, and we spent many evenings at a rifle club; he shooting at clay pigeons and me collecting tadpoles in the nearby creek. Dad always had a Brittany Spaniel or two, which we taught to fetch.
All of Dad’s guns were given to his only son when he died, including the Lueger, which was probably brought back from his time fighting in WW2. Dad was a rifleman during the war.
The oldest sister married a man, and they bought an old farmhouse on 17 acres of land. Her husband was also a gun-owner, and he would take his nephews and me out for target practice. This is when I learned to shoot a rifle, in my early teens.
My brother’s son grew up going out on bird-hunting adventures with his father. I don’t know if he owns a gun now that he is grown up and on his own. A sister’s two sons both own hand guns. One son was a student at Va. Tech when the shooting massacre occurred. He bought one after that. Both sons keep them in a lock box at their parents’ house, far away from where both live.
The SO, a gentle British bloke, bought a pellet rifle a few years ago. He uses it to shoot rats that get near our garden. So far, he has hit ~200. Before then, he had an absolute fear of the rats. That has subsided since he bought the gun.