My Dad bought me a (Mossburg) Revelation 12 gauge pump full choke 30" barrel in 1972. he was a fisherman, not a shooter/hunter. I still have it.
Whats the first gun your dad let you shoot?
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I was around 4 or so. My father didn't have it long. He was always accepting guns in return for carpentry work and turning around and selling them. That was back in the 50's and he was making around $2500 a year as a state trooper and with three kids he needed the money more than the guns. A lot of guns passed through our household that I would love to have today.
I was around 4 or so. My father didn't have it long. He was always accepting guns in return for carpentry work and turning around and selling them. That was back in the 50's and he was making around $2500 a year as a state trooper and with three kids he needed the money more than the guns. A lot of guns passed through our household that I would love to have today.
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My first range time had to been when I was about, 9 or 10. Still have it to this day...1930s Winchester .22 single shot bolt action...I forgot the model.
First shotgun was a cheapie Sears 20 gauge. Still have it, got my first deer with it when I was 12 if I recall.
Good memories...
First shotgun was a cheapie Sears 20 gauge. Still have it, got my first deer with it when I was 12 if I recall.
Good memories...
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I think it was a Stevens 20 gauge pump, but soon afterwards he got me a single shot 410. Don't remember the manufacturer but within a few years my dad sold it and got me an almost new Browning A-5 light twelve that I still have.
The was back in the early-mid 60s. Only shotgun I've owned (other than an A5 Magnum 12 I inherited from dad). I've never wanted another shotgun other than the light 12.
The was back in the early-mid 60s. Only shotgun I've owned (other than an A5 Magnum 12 I inherited from dad). I've never wanted another shotgun other than the light 12.
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It might have been a single shot .410 or a .22 bolt....my memory ain't what it used to be. My first gun was a Glenfield bolt action .22 and later on for my 12th birthday, a Nylon 66 in Apache Black...the Apache is still in my safe next to a pristine '65 Marlin 39A.
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My mother taught me how to shoot my first firearm, her grandfather's Remington M 514 T in 22 LR. It was his rifle for the Yale Rifle Team in the 20's.
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My grandfather let me shoot his BB gun a few times, but the first time I got to shoot something with gun powder was at a fair or circus. It was a bolt action and I guess it was a .22 short though I had no idea what it was at the time. I was under five years old. It was a thrilling event...
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Rifle: 03A3 in the basement with wax bullets/primer load
Pistol: My Dad had home made a single shot 22 lr pistol that I remember had an exposed hammer and slide that locked into battery.Reminded me of an old Woodsman After the gun control act of 1968, he cut it up so as so he would not be breaking the law. Really wish I had that gun now as Dad is 20 years gone.
Pistol: My Dad had home made a single shot 22 lr pistol that I remember had an exposed hammer and slide that locked into battery.Reminded me of an old Woodsman After the gun control act of 1968, he cut it up so as so he would not be breaking the law. Really wish I had that gun now as Dad is 20 years gone.
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A 'Sears' single-shot .22. Not sure who the maker was, nor the type of reddish wood the stock was made of, wasn't walnut. Prior to that I started my shooting hobby with my very own Sheridan Blue Streak 5MM (.20 cal) pump air gun. Sadly, both were stolen from a home break-in, as well as many others. Good news I still have my very first gun 50+ years later, a Browning semi-auto .22 (SA-22). Made in Belgium, has shot thousands and thousands of every type of .22 ammo without a hiccup. Was a Xmas present from Mom & Dad. Still goes to the range with me to this day, although the range officer is always trying to figure out what I'm doing - it's loads through the buttstock via a rod. Growing up in the country with no neighbors offered a kid daily opportunities to hunt. Try as I might, was never able to wipe out the rabbit population, but I really, really tried! Suckers kept reproducing faster than I could shoot.
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A Springfield bolt action .22 with a wooden kitchen match as a rear sight elevator. I was 5 and we were at the town dump. Dad was shooting rats. Before we left he set up a brown glass Clorox bottle about 10 yards away and steadied me as I shot it. I was hooked.
When I was 12 he let me shoot a J.C. Higgins 12 gauge pump he had won in a raffle. He won the shotgun, a case, a cleaning kit and 3 boxes of shells in the early 60s. When he gave me the shotgun before his death 8 years ago there was a half box left. When I started hunting at 14 he let me use the shotgun whenever I wanted, but made me buy my own shells.
Both are in my safe. The only gun Dad ever bought was the Springfield .22 bolt he gave me the Christmas after I turned 14. He drove tractor for 2 weeks for his .22 and won the shotgun on a ten cent chance. I gave him a Colt Frontier Scout .22 Magnum in the 70s when I was out of the country. My son has that now.
When I was 12 he let me shoot a J.C. Higgins 12 gauge pump he had won in a raffle. He won the shotgun, a case, a cleaning kit and 3 boxes of shells in the early 60s. When he gave me the shotgun before his death 8 years ago there was a half box left. When I started hunting at 14 he let me use the shotgun whenever I wanted, but made me buy my own shells.
Both are in my safe. The only gun Dad ever bought was the Springfield .22 bolt he gave me the Christmas after I turned 14. He drove tractor for 2 weeks for his .22 and won the shotgun on a ten cent chance. I gave him a Colt Frontier Scout .22 Magnum in the 70s when I was out of the country. My son has that now.
Circa 1960,when I was less than 10,my father and I,along with some relatives,chartered a fishing boat out of Cape May,NJ.During a lull in the fishing,the captain pulled out a Marlin 39,and we took turns at shooting at floating refuse.I can still remember my fascination with the .22 short brass.
1946: an old double barrel 12gauge shotgun with exposed hammers, using #8 "Monarch" (sic) shells. One shot only on Christmas Eve night.
Fifty eight years ago when I was 6 years old my Dad took me to my great uncles farm and started me out with a Stevens Little Scout Model 14 1/2. After many trips to shoot the breech block failed using high velocity ammo and burned my right thumb and scorched my right eyebrow and caused ringing in my ear so that rifle went away, I dont know where, even with the bad experience I was persistent in wanting to shoot.
Later when I was 10 Dad bought me a used Stevens Model 22-410 with the tenite plastic stock, I still have that combo gun to this day, I even scratched my initials into the pistol grip cap when it was given to me, just in case.
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Later when I was 10 Dad bought me a used Stevens Model 22-410 with the tenite plastic stock, I still have that combo gun to this day, I even scratched my initials into the pistol grip cap when it was given to me, just in case.
terry
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I got a BB gun
But Dad was (is) neither a hunter or a shooter and I never handled a gun in his presence.
I do have a cool story though. When I was about three years old I had terrible nightmares and one night my Dad had enough and burst into my room with his shotgun and ran off all the boogeymen. He showed me that there weren't any boogeymen around and I confirmed that they had indeed hauled ***, never to bother me again.
But Dad was (is) neither a hunter or a shooter and I never handled a gun in his presence.
I do have a cool story though. When I was about three years old I had terrible nightmares and one night my Dad had enough and burst into my room with his shotgun and ran off all the boogeymen. He showed me that there weren't any boogeymen around and I confirmed that they had indeed hauled ***, never to bother me again.
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