[Sighing at himself, he looked up at the ceiling.] To tell you the truth, I can hardly remember any time I'd had anything resembling a gun in my hands, until my first time with a real one.
[Looking down at his hands.] You'd think that, maybe, there had been the air rifle at a fair's shooting gallery, or a pellet gun or something.
But... I've got nothing.
[A wry chuckle.] I missed, too. Isn't that something?