The first time I handled a '97 in Jr. High; I got a hell of a gouge(S) down the meat of my right hand. I "knew" how to operate it without demonstration or instruction. I damn well KNEW then. I've got little scars all over my hands. There is zero evidence of this retardation(?).
Also; (no shit) I once killed a grouse flushing straight away then slam-fired another to my hard left without shouldering the gun. It was like a report pair. The dogs were on the first. "Luckily", I just blew a wing off the second as a full pattern hit would've destroyed it. It was an easy find and I had to wring it's neck. Not a fan. It was pure instinct and a bad decision in a few aspects.
That is all.