I used to enjoy shooting with a friend of mine. We would go north of Seattle about an hour or so, then follow logging roads for a bit until we were out in the sticks.
Forty-plus years ago you could buy a "brick" (500 rounds) of .22 LR for $10. I am cheap AND I didn't have "deep pockets," so 22LR was my preference. My friend was less financially conservative (cheap) and would spend like a drunk sailor on guns n' ammo. We shot the hell out of anything we found, but we didn't kill things and we didn't shoot up any logging equipment that was resting during the sabbath. We weren't stupid. We did have lots of fun and tested lots of popular misconceptions about what a bullet could and could not do, sort of like "Mythbusters."
I stopped shooting after I lost the central vision in my "master eye" as a result of a non-contagious eye disease I acquired. Bummer man, but shit happens, y'know?