Mothers Day Mom Gun stories

Happy Mother’s Day.
I actually don’t have any “mom gun stories “ but surely there are a few here. Whenst I was 15 my 2 best buddies were getting shotguns to go bird hunting so I naturally wanted one too. We were “city” people and none of our dads hunted. Long story short….mom didn’t like the idea of her baby boy (me) having a gun. Mom kind of ran the show at our house but thankfully dad put his foot down and took my money down to the neighborhood gun shop and bought me the used Mossberg 500 I had picked out. That 30” full choke barrel was obviously a bad choice for a kid with zero instruction and I went through a bunch of cheap target loads banging away at doves before I finally got the hang of it. I started reloading to shoot on the high school trap team shortly thereafter. Mom was more than a bit concerned I would blow up the house with all that gun powder in my bedroom but dad prevailed on that issue as well.
Mom & Dad went to there rewards 8-9 years ago. The old house was still standing when they sold it in 88’ and the Mossberg has since been shortened to 19 inches.
Happy Mothers Day
Tom

My Grandfather was in the marines for 27 or 31 yrs cant remember but those yrs that come to mind.
Mom alway said her dad was a dead shot. My mother's story is this, When I was young we had a above ground pool. The local Neighbors all had pigeon coops. they liked to perch on the rails of the pool and defecate into our pool. So one day I stop in my mother's room and found her with a CO2 pellet pistol. She had shot 2 Pigeons dead. The others got away. I asked her how she shot 2 as they all took flight after the 1st shot. She only said this once .... Grandpa taught me to shoot at a very young age and that he drilled her and my 2 uncles relentlessly till she was 12 yrs old when Grandma and him split up. Then she threw in a Dad wasn't the only dead shot in this family. I always knew there was a Semi-Auto in the house for protection thought it was my dads but later in life I realized it was my moms. She never spoke of guns or ever suggested that us kids get involved with them. She passed this March my 1st mother's day without her, Sad day for me. I'm sure she is in a better place with her beloved Basset hound Barney.

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Thirty-some years ago we were living on a remote ranch, and among our other attempts at self-sufficiency we were raising ducks. Counterintuitively ducklings can't actually swim right away, so we raised ours in rabbit hutches down by the barn below the house. One night something came along and killed several inside the cages; I figured it was a racoon so set a nest of appropriate leg-hold traps by the cages. At dusk I heard the trap chains rattling, so we all went dashing down the hill in our PJ's, bathrobes and slippers flapping. I came to a skidding halt when I saw it was a great horned owl well and thoroughly caught by the leg. In the yellow glare of the flashlight he looked about as tall as I was. Though I had a .22 rifle in my hands I started blubbering and moaning about how I couldn't shoot it because doing so was a federal felony and I was a law enforcement officer. My wife's brow furrowed, her eyes narrowed, she snatched the rifle from my hands and did a mag dump on the hapless owl. Yep, mother of my children.

Not my mom, but a young mother at church! She was expecting her third child in 4 years. She was raising chickens to sell eggs. The rooster kept waking her and the little ones up. She casually mentioned, "I going to kill that rooster one of these days!"

One day when the husband arrived home all 21 chickens and the one rooster were dead! One shot each, in the head, with a Rugar Mark II heavy barrel. At church, over coffee the next Sunday he was telling me about it. I ask him what he did about it? He said, "I buried the chickens and kept my mouth shut!"

Ivan

My mom carries a Mod 10 2" since 1979 when my brother was born. Dad was away oft, so she wanted to protect us if necessary.

She has killed a snake or two, stopped a robbery or two at her jewellery store, and shot at robbers during two home invasions.

My dad was a minister and carried his Mod 19 6" almost 24/7. When I was young, a school friend asked whether my dad carries to church. Mom replied "No, but tell him I do."

Redneck Mother's Day. Today my son picked up his his mother and took her to Rural King to pick up a new electronic hearing protection, some ammo and off to the gun range. Next stop was Texas Roadhouse for dinner and then back to his house where he cleaned her guns.

My mother came from a family of hunters, so she was the one who helped me get started. When Santa left an Ithaca M-66, in 20 ga one Christmas morning, she was the one who gave me the best advice I ever got. (1) Don't shoot yourself or anyone else. (2) Don't kill anything you can't brag about. At the time it wasn't legal to kill doe deer and that's what she was talking about. However, a couple of years later, I shot a racoon out of the top of a tree. After it hit the ground, I asked myself why did I do that? I wasn't going to eat it. I didn't want the pelt. My mothers' words came back to haunt me, and I was suddenly ashamed of myself. Good advice Mama. Never again.

After she passed away, Daddy had gone on some years before, as we went through her things, we found a cheap little toy revolver in with her stuff, not in the toys the grandkids played with it. It was the kind that looked pretty real and shot a red ring of plastic caps. Checking with the nephews she had kept for my sisters none of them had ever seen it. Apparently, it was "her" gun, that she kept for home protection. As far as I know she never fired a gun in her life and wouldn't have actually used one even to protect herself, but she must have figured it was something that might scare someone away. I kept for years, but it must have gotten lost in a move sometime after my divorce.

Speaking of handguns. She didn't mind me having a shotgun. A rifle she was less sure of, but a handgun...NO WAY. "Nobody has a handgun but cops and crooks. You're not going to be either." Even years later when she found out I did have handguns; she'd give me a disapproving look. I never understood that, until I remembered a picture of my father from before they got married. He was standing next to a '40 Ford Coup, wearing a suit and tie the suit jacket draped over the hood. In his hands he held what looked to be a pair of Smith and Wesson revolvers. I asked about the guns. She snatched the picture away from hissing "Those are toys." I was a dumb country kid, but I was pretty sure they were not toys. But years later at the funeral home for my father's funeral, the minister asked for some personal stories to help him fill in his service. My mother talked about the first time she saw my father, sitting on the "drink box" at the local country store. She walked back home and mentioned seeing this good looking fellow at the store. Her mother told her, "That's Richard Johnson. He's a Bootlegger. You stay away from him." The image of that picture came back to me. That 40 Ford was a classic bootlegger car. Those 38's weren't "toys." A conversation with my aunt confirmed that yes, no one knew for sure, but my father did have reputation as a bootlegger, but no one really knew for sure if he was or not. If he ever was, he must have given it up.

Ok, this is long and boring I'm sure, but one more. Mama and Daddy were living in the house where I grew up as they built it. They had building materials everywhere outside. As they went to bed the first night, my father tack nailed the door in place, then turned to her. "Now, if you hear me yell, "Get the gun. Don't you yell back 'We don't have one.'"

See you when I get to Glory Mom and Dad.

Most of my guns were still stored with Mama and Daddy. The man next door caught somebody stealing from under his carport and chased him off with a gun. And Daddy called me and asked me to load up one of the guns that I had left at the house, just in case.

There was only two pistols. One was a 22 automatic and the other one was not. So I loaded up the other one for them.

And Daddy signed Mama up for a women's pistol safety class being taught by the sheriff's department. They were told not to bring a gun to the first day.

On the first day they talked about laws and this and that, and they told the women that if they had a pistol to bring it the next night, and the deputies would check it out and make sure it was in good shape.

So on the second night the lady sitting next to Mama has got one of them little Beretta flip-top barrel 25s. And after the deputy got through examining it, he turned to Mama and asked her if she had brought a gun. She leaned over and picked her purse up off the floor and set it on the desk and reached in and pulled out this.



Deputy said, "yes ma'am, you brought a gun".

Alpo said:

Most of my guns were still stored with Mama and Daddy. The man next door caught somebody stealing from under his carport and chased him off with a gun. And Daddy called me and asked me to load up one of the guns that I had left at the house, just in case.

There was only two pistols. One was a 22 automatic and the other one was not. So I loaded up the other one for them.

And Daddy signed Mama up for a women's pistol safety class being taught by the sheriff's department. They were told not to bring a gun to the first day.

On the first day they talked about laws and this and that, and they told the women that if they had a pistol to bring it the next night, and the deputies would check it out and make sure it was in good shape.

So on the second night the lady sitting next to Mama has got one of them little Beretta flip-top barrel 25s. And after the deputy got through examining it, he turned to Mama and asked her if she had brought a gun. She leaned over and picked her purse up off the floor and set it on the desk and reached in and pulled out this.

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Deputy said, "yes ma'am, you brought a gun".

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Thanks to everyone sharing stories. For the record I’m pretty sure my mom never fired a gun in her life. She did become very pro-2A after they moved to California. Go figure.

My Mom was a teenager in 1940's New Orleans. Her and her friends would walk the banks of the Bayous with a bolt action .22 short single shot rifle, shooting turtles, snakes, cans, etc. One of Mom's friends had a monkey. Whoever had the rifle also carried the extra ammo. When it was Moms turn, she carried it in a shirt pocket. The monkey would perch on the shooter's shoulders-if it was Mom, it would occasionly dip a paw into her pocket, grab a .22 and eat it! I have always had a video in my head of my mother with an ammo eating monkey riding her shoulder walking the bayou.

Mom came from a hunting home. I still have her mother's rifle. While in high school she went shooting with some classmates, including the sort of guy who thinks it's funny to start a novice with goose loads in a full-choked 12 gauge. That soured her on guns. My dad kept a .22 rifle by the back door for garden pests. It was unloaded with the magazine on a shelf above it. Mom would sweep around the rifle. When I came home from school she would have me move the rifle and finish sweeping. Years later, after Dad died, she decided she would accept a gun for protection on the farm. I took her behind the barn with a .32 Hand Ejector and put 6 rounds in a 2x12 at 7 yards. She thought it was fun. I warned her not to shoot any bears with it. When her hands became too arthritic to work the action she kept a BB pistol that looked like a 1911 in her nightstand.

Mama never hunted.......But she married a hunter and raised a little hunter(me).........She DID MAKE delicious meals from the fish & critters we brung home.

AC Man said:

Redneck Mother's Day. Today my son picked up his his mother and took her to Rural King to pick up a new electronic hearing protection, some ammo and off to the gun range. Next stop was Texas Roadhouse for dinner and then back to his house where he cleaned her guns.

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Sounds like you raised him right.

My mom bought my first BB gun and my first S&W for me, the airweight pictured.
In her 80's the crows were getting into her vegetable garden so she shot a crow out of the sky with a .22 rifle. She then laid the dead bird spread eagle in the yard and the crows stayed away.

Perhaps a grandmother gun story?

When I was a teenager my grandparents had only two firearms in their home. A .30 - 06 deer rifle and a Smith & Wesson model 15 snub. One night they started talking about the revolver and decided to get it out of the closet to take a look. It hadn't been shot in probably 15 - 20 years, and they assumed it was not loaded. Yeah, you're probably guessing what comes next.

My grandmother looked the gun over, pointed it in my grandfather's general direction, and pulled the trigger. You guessed it, it WAS loaded. Fortunately she was a bad shot. She missed him and shot the old wooden cased crank telephone she had on the wall as a decoration. They decided to sell the revolver after that night. A cousin gave them $50 for it.

I really wish I had it now, but well . . .

I received my first firearms at age 15-an Ithaca Model 49 .22 LR single shot and my granddaddy's Stevens .22/.410 over/under. A few years later, Mom bought me a Ruger OM Blackhawk .45 Colt. At that time, she told me that while she was married to my 1st stepfather, she had owned a Colt Frontier .22 Magnum. She was still angry that he had taken her Colt and traded it for something else.

My dad (2nd stepdad but more like a REAL father to me) bought a .38 special 4" M&P. On a trip to our mountain property near Winchester VA, we of course took our guns. I had bought a 6" Colt New Frontier .22 LR/.22 Magnum. Mom the .38 and then shot the .22 and it reminded her of her long-gone Colt .22.

What was amazing was watching my 70-year-old grandmother shoot a gun for the first time. She took that little Colt and nailed a coke can at about 10 yards, first shot!

Muley Gil said:

I received my first firearms at age 15-an Ithaca Model 49 .22 LR single shot and my granddaddy's Stevens .22/.410 over/under. A few years later, Mom bought me a Ruger OM Blackhawk .45 Colt. At that time, she told me that while she was married to my 1st stepfather, she had owned a Colt Frontier .22 Magnum. She was still angry that he had taken her Colt and traded it for something else.

My dad (2nd stepdad but more like a REAL father to me) bought a .38 special 4" M&P. On a trip to our mountain property near Winchester VA, we of course took our guns. I had bought a 6" Colt New Frontier .22 LR/.22 Magnum. Mom the .38 and then shot the .22 and it reminded her of her long-gone Colt .22.

What was amazing was watching my 70-year-old grandmother shoot a gun for the first time. She took that little Colt and nailed a coke can at about 10 yards, first shot!

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Ithaca 49! Basically a glorified Martini-Henry!

My Mom is not a gun person. She was however very tolerant of my enthusiasm for guns. Over the years she and Dad bought me several guns as gifts, all of which I still have.

Mom never fired a gun until she was 80 years old in 2020. I was going to the range, and Mom asked to go. She shot my 63-3 and Ruger MKIV, then my SP101. She actually did really well, especially with the 63-3. She has gone a few more times over the years, but she still thinks I spend too much money on guns.

Another Mom and guns story was at church. There is a guy a few rows in front of us wearing a fashionably skinny suit that did a terrible job of concealing the pistol on his hip. Mom leans over and says “That guy is wearing a gun, isn’t he”. I told her she was right and that it was very observant. Mom was very pleased she spotted the guy with the gun, commenting that the guy “needs a bigger coat or a smaller gun” if even she could tell he had a gun.

I bought my wife a 12 gauge Model 870 with the deer barrel with iron sights. She said she thought it would be handy in a home invasion.