Who taught you to shoot?

Grandfather taught me to shoot with a Crossman .22 pump-up pellet rifle. Still have that old rifle too. Thanks Grandpa!
 
My Father.
A Daisy "Red Ryder" BB Rifle at age 9
A Savage Model 1904 SS .22 Rifle at age 13
A Mossberg Model 152B .22 Semi-Auto Rifle at age 15
A Arisaka 7.7mm Military Rifle at age 16
A Garand M1 .30/06 Rifle and Springfield M1903 at age 17 by Uncle Sam
and the rest is a long, long story.
 
Grandfather at age seven. Gave me a Winchester model 74 auto .22. Still have it and still shoot it today. Gun is 62 years old and still a great shooter.


Regards

Bill
 
My dad. Started out pheasant hunting at 11-12 carrying a Daisy Pump BB gun. Graduated the next season to a new Mossberg bolt action 16 ga. Hunted 1/2 the season with an empty gun till my dad felt I was responsible enough to have a shell in the chamber.
The next year I was allowed to have two additional shells in the magazine.
 
I guess I kind of taught myself. I grew up with toy guns playing "Army" with the other kids on the street. Then when we'd come down to visit here in Tennessee my cousin would let me shoot his 22lr rifle or his shotgun. Got a pellet gun when I was about 14 and practiced with it quite a bit and just kind of took off from there. Also, read a lot about shooting and stuff to get ideas on how to shoot. I prefer the Modified Weaver Stance for handgun shooting. Seems to work really well for me.
 
Well it was my grandpa that showed me when i was 6 started on a ol red ryder then i went on to shoot archery for a while.. Unfortunately he passed before we could go on to shoot rifles.. But when he did pass I got his .22lr pump rifle and it brings back so many memories. So after that i taught myself.
 
My first experience with a real firearm was at Boy Scout Camp, Summer of 1963. BRMC at Fort Dix, Summer of 1967. Otherwise self taught.
 
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I taught myself, and then Uncle Sam gave me the formal lessons. My first firearm (I still have it) was a Mossberg 12 gauge pump that I bought used when I was about 12 yrs. old. I still cannot figure out how I talked my Mom into letting me buy it. Surprisingly, it took a lot of persuading for her to let me buy a bb gun.

Best regards,

Dave
 
My Dad used my allowance money to buy a .22 rifle for me for my 8th birthday.. He gave the basics of shooting and turned me loose.

Long Rifles was $.50 a box and Jack rabbits was selling for $.$50 apiece.

I earned my spending money supplying rabbits to a mink farm from then on through college with a .22 rifle and Single six Ruger.
 
My dad started me out with a Stevens 14 1/2 Little Scout rifle when I was between 5 and 6 years old, no idea what ever happened to that rifle, I was fortunate enough to buy one just like the original last summer that had a good shinny bore. Every time I pick it up I go back those 56 years.

Terry
 
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Me. I was born and raised in NJ, guns were already not so popular in the '60's. My dad was a WWII Navy vet and didn't care much for "small guns." Traded a RedRyder around 1964 for a rusted shut Marlin 7 shot bolt action. Cleaned up nice and finished the stock with left over polyurethane my dad had used on a floor re-do. My nephew still has it. Been at it since, although since my eyesight has gone to ****, not as often or enthusiastically as when younger. Joe
 
My father bought me a Marlin 81DL in 1946. I still have it. He taught me to shoot: he went into WW I as a private and came out as a sergeant with a Purple Heart and a Silver star. i'm real proud of him.
 
Boy scouts and self taught. I had a trainer when I competed in rifle and picked up a lot of my pistol skills doing PPC competitions back in the late 70's.
 
Learned to shoot BB rifles with my cousins and my uncle.
My uncle was part of a hunting camp in northern PA. I would spend weekends up there with them and we'd all go down to dump and shoot dump rats.
We used .22 rifles and pistols to do the critters in.
We had some great times up at that camp!
 
United States Marine Corps, Paris Is SC

3rd Battalion, H Company 3065
June-Aug 1985

Last class with the M16-A1 full-auto. Next classes started the A2's with burst. I still have a hot brass scar on my left arm from a full-auto mag dump from the guy next to me.

Those dang A1's were so clapped out, while drilling the hand guards would pop off. DI's loved that!
 
My Dad and My Uncle taught me the fundmentals of shooting rifles, handguns and shotguns.

The US Army and the Instructors in Infantry School and Training Group taught me the basics of combat shooting.
Experience taught me Advanced Combat Shooting in Vietnam.

The Instructors in the Treasury Academy in Washington, D.C. taught me advanced Combat Shooting at Beltsville.

The Instructors at Fle-TC (pronounced FLEA-Tic) refined my Combat Shooting with revolvers, pistols, rifles, shotguns and subguns.

And a multitude of other folks have taught me things about shooting. Seems I learn something every day. And I'm an Old Guy now and I've been shooting as part of my profession all of my life and I'm still learning.

Jungle Work
 
Started at the local Boys Club at 9. Big old target single shots. I was pretty puny at that age so they seemed like they weighed a ton.:) My Moms stepfather was a hunter and when he found out he started taking me to the local fish and game club every weekend he went. He was a very stern German immigrant but had the patience of a saint with me. He had no children of his own so I guess I was a substitute. We did a lot of hunting and fishing till I joined the service in '65. He never did a lot of laughin or huggin and his best approval was a nod and the word good and he never uttered a cross word to me. I sure do miss that old man.
DW
 
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