What happened to that skinny kid?

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Took my oldest grandson to the range yesterday. Started him out over 20 years ago with a bb gun. He was so small he couldn't hold it up so I set him up on a bench. I would hang drink cans on rubber bands so they would swing and jump when he hit them. I can still hear him giggle when he would hit one. Over time he move on to a 22 then a 243 and then one of my 3006s. On Fridays during deer season I'd drive over a hundred miles to get him so we could hunt Saturday and Sunday morning. Now he has been out of the Marine Corp a little over a year. He is 6 ft 1 about 225 and pretty much whipped my butt with every thing we shot yesterday. Where is that skinny kid I use to take hunting?
 
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Thanks. You brought tears to my eyes once again. When your father was part of the Navy Rifle Team and the Underwater Demolition Team, you falsh back to childhood and remember.

Thank God for men such as him.
 
Please thank him for his service to our country from me,
and a huge thank you to you, Not everyone can say they have a Marine in the family!
olcop
 
Glad to hear he made it through his enlistment okay. Please thank him for his service and congratulations to you for raising such a fine young man.
 
Thanks for the replies, as you all have probably have figured I'm a little proud of that young man. Thanks again.
 
Congrats and thank him for me as well. Once upon a time not so long ago, I was taller than all three of my nephews. Now the one that was thought would be the runt of the three, is several inches taller than my 5 ft, 8 inches. The other two are even taller than he.
 
You have every reason to be proud, and you can probably take some of the credit while you are at it!
 
Took my oldest grandson to the range yesterday. Started him out over 20 years ago with a bb gun. He was so small he couldn't hold it up so I set him up on a bench. I would hang drink cans on rubber bands so they would swing and jump when he hit them. I can still hear him giggle when he would hit one. Over time he move on to a 22 then a 243 and then one of my 3006s. On Fridays during deer season I'd drive over a hundred miles to get him so we could hunt Saturday and Sunday morning. Now he has been out of the Marine Corp a little over a year. He is 6 ft 1 about 225 and pretty much whipped my butt with every thing we shot yesterday. Where is that skinny kid I use to take hunting?

He's still here, and he will be for a long time, you just don't see him any more. And thanks to the man you helped him become, so will you. Bill S
 
In today's instant gratification society, there are times when we are reminded that the most important of things in life, rarely come quickly. Such is the case with the interplay between old and young. OP, your moment of awareness of the effect you had on this young man, must be a wonderful thing, and surely it is. The touch of sadness you may feel over the passage of time, is the sober price that much be paid. Certainly a price worth paying. You are both better for it. Thanks for the post.
 
The little squirt that used to bang on my gun safe until I opened it and we looked at almost every "Little pistol" that I had is now 19. He can outshoot me with his AR.

Sunrise, sunset...

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