S'funny, I'm not a particular gun fan (although I know a few people who are keen on shooting-as-sport) and (like all my siblings) never did get on particularly well with my dad. Nonetheless, one of the positive sets of memories I do have of him when I was little is of learning to shoot with him, and helping to clean his guns. I think I was the only one of us that really expressed any interest in shooting, and only at targets - I didn't ever go out bunny-hunting, which never appealed at all.
I wouldn't want a tattoo to remember it by though!