Heimbuch practiced shooting when he was younger with his father and his uncle, who would often get competitive with each other. His cousin's, his uncle's sons, were better at shooting than Heimbuch, and Heimbuch says his uncle would sometimes tease him in a friendly way. "'What's the matter, city boy?' he asked. 'Got to be hanging out of a car window, going forty miles an hour to hit anything?' Yes, Uncle Mark, growing up in the pressed khaki suburbs I am indeed more comfortable doing a drive-by than shooting at some secondhand bowling pins in Grandma's backyard."
