Who was responsible for your ongoing interest in Firearms?

Who was responsible for your ongoing interest in Firearms?

  • Your Mother

    Votes: 10 2.3%

  • Your Father

    Votes: 176 40.9%

  • Both your Parents

    Votes: 27 6.3%

  • A Friend

    Votes: 44 10.2%

  • A Government Entity

    Votes: 31 7.2%

  • Other

    Votes: 142 33.0%
  • Total voters
    430
My G.I. Joe when I was about 10 yo. Joe had a M1 carbine, a M1 Garand and bayonet, a M3 submachine-gun, a 1911 Government model, a BAR with bipod, and a Browning M1919 machine gun with a tripod. Add to that an unlimited supply of imaginary ammunition. He was very generous and let me play with them as much as I wanted. [emoji6]
 
My father was a occasional rabbit hunter, he owned a field grade Ithaca 16 gauge shot gun. He did go deer hunting a couple times, he borrowed my Uncles pre 1898 Model 94 32.40 rifle.( I now own that gun) So I knew a little but did not get my love of guns from my father.

Our family was very close to our neighbors that lived down the street (40s to 1960) The man there was a serious gun person. I spent a lot of time there with them. He cast his own bullets, loaded his own ammo, carved a couple rifle stocks for his own use and hunted or fished as often as he could.

I got my love of shooting from him, (rifles/shotguns) he was not a handgun person, but I figured that one out on my own.:D
 
Scrapper said:
It's been quite a while since I've logged in here, so hello again :).

I was really surprised at how much response this thread received. "Thank You" to everyone who participated as it was very interesting to read everyone's replies.

"Best Wishes" to everyone out there.
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And since my last post-ive added around 6 or 7? possible another sometime soon if I decide to live under another six months of paying a loan?
 
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I will have to give most of the credit for my love of firearms to my dearly departed grandfather. Sure my dad took me shooting a .22 rifle now and then, but my his father, my grandfather, was a retired cop. We would often go shooting, and he really got me into the love of it. He taught me how to shoot a handgun when I was a kid, truly a step up from those old .22 rifles. Of course, before I was allowed to shoot on the range, he spent about a week teaching me the Weaver stance and dry firing his old PD issue Model 64 until I fully understood how to work a DA trigger. He also taught me how to shoot a .357 Magnum, a 3" Model 65 - his detective issue gun. That 3" .357 was quite a handful for kid but I learned quick. After that I started shooting his P220 and was suprised that the big fat .45 ACP was easier to shoot than the .357 K-frame.

He also made me clean all the guns after every range trip. Everytime I open a bottle of Hoppe's 9 it takes me back to his workshop, and him looking over me - can't say that for the new brands. As he was a former watch commander, he would give a proper inspection after cleaning. I think I had that old Model 64 cleaner than when she left Springfield!
 
When I was just a pup my Dad was a section hand on the railroad.
We lived in half a section house by the tracks in a little burg. Sometimes
in the evening my Dad would take his .22 and go for a walk down the
tracks. He would come back with cotton tails, which was a good source
of our protein in those days.
When I was six, seven, & eight, I would get to go with him occasionally
on his walks. Then I finally got to shoot the .22. I was hooked.
By age 10 I had my own. A single shot .22 rifle. More fun than all
of them I have, and have had, since.
 
Great Old Thread :) I got the bug from my Father who was
L.E.O. and all the Westerns and War Movies we watched.I got my first Shot Gun when I was 16 that he had to do the paper work on , and convinced me to buy a Browning Shotgun vs a cheaper one! :O I still have that shotgun that I got over 47 years ago, and it shoots GREAT :)
 
The US Marine ex-boyfriend of my GF who threatened my life in 1989 was responsible for my first handgun purchase. My friend who assisted me with the purchase, and the friend I met at the range who invited me to shoot on his bullseye team helped me develop as a shooter.
 
CCantu357 said:
I will have to give most of the credit for my love of firearms to my dearly departed grandfather. Sure my dad took me shooting a .22 rifle now and then, but my his father, my grandfather, was a retired cop. We would often go shooting, and he really got me into the love of it. He taught me how to shoot a handgun when I was a kid, truly a step up from those old .22 rifles. Of course, before I was allowed to shoot on the range, he spent about a week teaching me the Weaver stance and dry firing his old PD issue Model 64 until I fully understood how to work a DA trigger. He also taught me how to shoot a .357 Magnum, a 3" Model 65 - his detective issue gun. That 3" .357 was quite a handful for kid but I learned quick. After that I started shooting his P220 and was suprised that the big fat .45 ACP was easier to shoot than the .357 K-frame.

He also made me clean all the guns after every range trip. Everytime I open a bottle of Hoppe's 9 it takes me back to his workshop, and him looking over me - can't say that for the new brands. As he was a former watch commander, he would give a proper inspection after cleaning. I think I had that old Model 64 cleaner than when she left Springfield!
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The same thing happens to me when I smell Hoppe's No. 9. My dad and I would clean the guns at the end of the day after shooting. It was that and the silicone wipe rag we would wipe the guns with even if we didn't have to clean the barrels and actions. Ahhhhhh the good old days.
 
Radco said:
Great Old Thread :) I got the bug from my Father who was
L.E.O. and all the Westerns and War Movies we watched.I got my first Shot Gun when I was 16 that he had to do the paper work on , and convinced me to buy a Browning Shotgun vs a cheaper one! :O I still have that shotgun that I got over 47 years ago, and it shoots GREAT :)
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Oh yeah, dad and I would watch those westerns and war movies too. I was pretty young when we watched them and would've really rather been out in the field but I hung in there for dad and stayed with him during the movie or tv show.

Dad had the Browning Auto 5 from Germany, really nice firearm.

My dad would get me to "create motivation" for the dogs to get in the bush when huntin', that meant me going right into the briars in order to get the rabbits moving. We would hunt the beagles all day and sometimes the ends of their tails would be blood red from huntin' so hard.

We got so good at rabbit huntin' we had to hunt many different areas since we would drastically reduce the rabbit population. It was a balance but it helped the farmers with their crops.
 
It was my old man. My first memory of shooting was sitting in
his lap and shooting at the old glass lid inserts from mason jars.
He had a Stevens Maynard Jr, a very small 22. Still I was only
3 at the time, about all I did was pull the trigger. He took me in
the woods before I was big enough to walk. He bought me a
Marlin 1897 for my 5th birthday. I was big enough to hold it
up by myself. He made me a buffalo stix and taught me to shoot
on a plank with a nail for a bullseye. I was hooked, but I was a
weird kid anyway. The first toys I can remember was a GI canteen cup, a flute some jap had made from 7.7 brass and a
Scabbard from a jap bayonete. Got my 1st hunting Lincense at 8
and got a serious talk about having enough guns at 12. That is
the only talk the Old Man ever lost, but he eventually came
down with the same affliction.
 
I guess you could really say my Son. I had always had at least one handgun. It had always been a wheel gun but then I got interested in a Springer 1911. It just sort-a took off from there. I sold him the Springer and bought my first Beretta (a 92f) then from there a Sig 229R and from there it continued to grow. Incidentally I always swore I would never have a SEmi and now I only have oe and all the rest are semi's.
 
Both my parents get credit as they both taught me to hunt. Naturally this involved learning how to shoot rifles and shotguns.

When it comes to handguns I would have to give the nod to my Mom. Don't get me wrong, my Dad has his share of handguns too. His thing is that he likes to hunt with older rifles. His latest hunting rifle is a 50's era Savage 99F in .300 savage with a Weaver 4x from the same era as the rifle.

My Mom shares my interest in handguns not just as tools but also from the collecting side. Even now she is my sidekick in collecting Pre-Victory and Victory models.

I have to share this about her. You know what she wants for Christmas? A floral carved shoulder holster for her S&W 66-2 with 2 1/2" barrel. Yep, I've already got it packed away waiting for 12-25!
 
My Dad said he had enough of guns in WWII and my only living Grandfather apparently had no interest in fire arms. So it was myself who got the gun bug, wanted to go hunting with my buddy's and that got the ball rolling.
 
I grew up with guns so the short answer would be my dad. But as an adult I got into buying my own by my best buddy Mark. I will never forgive him.
 
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