Woman's perspective...
My dad taught me how to shoot a .22 when I was around your daughter's age, and how to respect a gun. Very controlled situations.
My dad started taking me fishing when I was old enough to walk to the edge of the water... around three.
I could tie a good knot before I went to kindergarten, and bait a hook with worm or minnow.
Killed my first squirrel and dressed it out around eight (nasty). Same age learned how to dress out a domestic rabbit. Followed thru the years with quail/pheasant. Dad always made sure when I was young we ate what we killed, and told me why.
Learned to shoot a shotgun with others in the field around eleven. Started hunting for real with dad and uncles when I was around 14, the "real deal."
Still can't cast worth a crap, because my dad was too helpful.
He was safe, made sure I was always safe, and it was all priceless. Glad he never listened to my mom's tirades. Never have shot a deer. Dad couldn't stand to, so neither can I. Altho' I know it's okay to do so.
It's all about the "talk" that goes with the walk. Hopefully helpful. And good for you. I'm still at home in a hardware store. There's a reason for it.
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