My dad wasn't a hunter but he enjoyed the art of shooting, the way some people are perfectionists about bowling or throwing darts, or curling, my dad was that way about shooting. While we shot air rifle and air pistol he told me stories about the M1 Garand and how MacArthur could have won the war if the politicians had let him do what had to be done...
When I got to my permanant duty station I was fortunate that my platoon sgt did a lot of shooting. It wasn't a far stretch to take what my dad had taught me on the air pistol and apply it to large bore. I would practice on weekends with my H&K P7M8 and my Plt Sgt's 686.
A lot of the unit training is left up to the Plt Sgt and he started scheduling a lot of time for us on the .45 and M16 ranges. It was a lot of fun firing those M1911s they were horrible. I know that I was doing everything right - from shooting the 686 and my H&K - but on the 45 range the rounds would land 6" apart. But it was fun anyway.
Probably the biggest thing though was getting to be freinds with the head of the marksmanship training unit. He was a cantankerous guy to most of the units that came through the range, part of it was that he was always shouting. But once you got to know him he was a really nice guy. I found out he was almost deaf, you wouldn't know it because he usualy just got in front of the soldiers and barked out the instructions and everything - and if anyone had a question, he'd make them shout it out, it was like being back in basic. People thought he was being a hard ass but really - he couldn't hear. He was just hanging on for his last few years to get 20 in. He had a standing bet to anyone who complained about their rifle that he could score expert using their rifle. In a sense he cheated, I know there were rifles that had problems and needed to go back to the armorer, but he was such a good shot and knew so many tricks he could use windage and whatever to hit the targets. I'm sure it baffled the guys who thought there was something wrong with their rifle. He taught me a lot about how to use a sling, taught me tricks about exactly how to position my body in the prone, and even tricks on firing from the foxhole.
We signed up for every shooting match there was and that really got me a lot of range time also, with the. And all of this was completely on the Army's dime. They supplied EVERYTHING, weapons, the ammo, the range, transportation (Duece & a half). I got a little spoiled, I still chafe at having to pay range fees.
One of the funnest matches was the commander's cup match where we had to run 2 miles in gear and then step up to the line as a team. It's so hard to control your breathing - it's an experience trying to calm your breathing and control it.