The way life used to be...

I remember a uncle comeing home from the war. He dumped out his bag and had a P-08, P-35, P-38 and a browning .32 all with the holsters and tools. Dad told me to pick one. I picked the radom. Dad traced it on a board, sawed it out and did extra nicety's to it. Next day I took it to school. (1st grade). I was proud and showed off my "pisso" to some older boys. They laughed and said go show Miss radliff your pisso! Be sure you tell her its your "pisso"! I did and got a straight line, no trouble at all but she might have worked with me on how to say "pistol".
 
Back in the early 70's when I was about 14 years old my friend and I walked the railroad tracks out of town with our .22 rifles, mine being a Remington Field Master pump action that I still have today. We walked all day "hunting" which actually meant taking shots a pigeons and black birds. We walked all day with out thinking we needed to walk back. Once it dawned on us we came up with the idea on hitting the highway and hitching a ride back to town. There we are two boys with guns and thumbs out. We got picked up by an older couple and made it home for dinner. No one called 911 (no cell phones of course), no panic about a school shooting, just boys out for a walk that went to far.
 
Way life used to be

I was raised bad.

Bet you wish you still had that BB Gun, and that car---seeing your cowboy hat, was it the Red Ryder model? I seem to remember that once upon a time you got a free cowboy hat when you bought a Red Ryder BB Gun.
Thanks for the memories, seeing this really brought back a lot of them for me.
olcop
 
Good thread.

Here I am playin' Cowboys and Indians in 1965 ...

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... I was totin' a 1911 and a big revolver, still am. :D

GF


They's write songs about lit'l cowboys..........;):D

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Here's a couple more I stumbled over
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and finally: [ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ad8PMCe7UME[/ame]
 
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I got my first real gun, an Ithaca 20 ga. single shot, when I was eleven. That was 1973. Dad and I would shoot at the dump every once in a while. There was a locked gate. To get in you went to the police station and got the key--when you got through shooting you took the key back.

When I passed muster with Dad, I was allowed to go hunting by myself. I used to ride my bike to go the railroad tracks, with that single shot Ithaca strapped to the sissy bar. Like others experienced, the police just waved when they passed by.

And this wasn't exactly the boondocks--Smyrna Georgia, about 20 miles north of Atlanta. It's a lot different there now.

But of course things weren't all sunshine and posies back then. There were foes to be fought, enemies to vanquish!

Here is a young Sgt. Brown (on the right with the Light 30) and his rough and ready band of maquis irregulars:

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Sgt. Brown presenting a cleverly disguised captured enemy soldier to the general in charge of the operation:

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Rules of secrecy prevent me from revealing the name of the general. But if you've studied your WWII generals you'll know who it was. Only one of 'em had a set of gams like that!
 
When I was 9 (1962) we acquired some acreage in the Pennsylvania Alleghenies near the Maryland line; by my 10 summer I was roaming all over the Eastern Continental Divide....... with my then 50-60 year old Stevens Favorite single shot .22 rifle......with 5-10 loose rounds in my pocket.

My 10th Christmas; Dad bought me a Remington 511-X Scoremaster w/ a 4X Weaver scope......... 5 round clip.... and a scope...... "hog heaven"

Today the Stevens hang on the wall in my home office and the Remington is still doing "light duty" at the Cabin.
 
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I seem to remember my friends and I,all armed with bb or pellet rifles,walking around the small town I grew up in. No one bothered us,and we never caused any trouble. We were just walking from one place to another...This was late 80's early 90's...
 
In the late 60's early 70's my .22 Winchester rifle was always with me! Always had it either in the back seat or in the trunk. If we were going out shooting crows after school a shotgun and shells were there as well! Nobody ever noticed, nobody ever said a word back then
They might have been more concerned with the case of beer that was in there for the weekend though! :rolleyes:
 
When this went away John Walsh Syndrome set in.

Looks like a ladies' rifle team, possibly at some college, probably before WW II. I see a Springfield 22, a Winchester 52 and a Winder Musket. It hasn't completely gone away: the local university, the University of Texas at El Paso has a very fine women's rifle team. They shoot a LOT better than I do.
 
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