What started you in Firearms?

Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by Shooter, Sep 28, 2012.

  1. Shooter

    Shooter Administrator Staff Member Administrator

    What's your story? How did you start shooting? Did you grow up doing it or find it later in life?

    I grew up with my Father in law enforcement so it seems firearms were always around. I didn't even realize there was anything anti-gun out there till I got older then I didn't understand what the issue was.

    Still don't.

    All the same my Grandparents owned a gun store in my home town and did a lot of gun shows so I sat behind a lot of booths at convention centers. They traveled the country in an RV selling North American Arms along with anything else they could.

    One of my fondest memories was the sport rifle my Grandfather called "Security" that he had hanging up in his shop. I'm not old enough to remember what it was and everyone who would have known has passed but I spent a lot of time looking at it and wishing I could shoot it.

    So, what's your story?
  2. snakedog

    snakedog Urban Spaceman

    My father taught my brother and I to shoot when I was 11 and my brother 8 years old. Taught us on a single-shot lever action .22 and for the life of me I cannot remember the make. It was the mid-to-late 1960's. His training must've made a deep impression on me because even to this day I instinctively do a safety check when I pick up any gun as well as being conscious of the direction in which it is pointed.

    After that, I lost interest in shooting by my teenage years. In my early 20's, I fell in with a group of friends who shot handguns and picked up a couple. I lived in a small town and had easy access to some rural property, so I'd often carry. There were no CC laws in the mid-80's except that it was legal to carry concealed in this state on your own premises (not so now, I believe, w/o a permit). Then I moved to a nearby big city, sold my two or three guns when I needed money, and again lost interest in shooting.

    About four or five years ago, my interest in guns was once again piqued and I've since picked up a few, including a Bersa BT22. 22's have a lot of appeal to me for two reasons. One, they are a throwback to my now lost youth, and two, they are cheap to shoot.
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  3. opaww

    opaww Banned

    The Right of Passage
    Every culture, society, country, city, and people have some form of Right of Passage to separate one from something lesser to something greater. For some it is when one reaches a given age then they have some form of adulthood Right of Passage. For some it is when they get their driver license, or maybe their first car. The what’s, and wherefores of the Rights of Passage differ from person to person, town to town, country to country.

    I remember just before my 4th birthday going back to Texas to visit my Grandfather and Grandmother on their farm. The second day we were there I turned 4 years old, and to me I had no idea it was my birthday. Dad and Granddad hopped into granddads truck and went to the town Newlin, TX. for a bit. When they came back they had a big long box, they gave it to me for my birthday. It was a real Daisy BB gun a lot like the Model 105 Buck Lever Action except it only had a small bladed front sight and two 5-cent tubes of BB’s.

    To add to my joy Right after I was lectured about gun safety, shown how to load, cock, aim and fire the BB gun they gave me a real Remington Bolt Action single shot .22 rifle that was my dads when he was a kid. Though I did not get turned loose with the .22 until I was much older, they let me have at anything on the farm except the cars, the dog, the cow, the house or my little brother.

    Almost everything fell pray to my first real BB gun, and trying to keep to the spirit of the law I figured Grandmothers chickens were off limits UNLESS they were outside the coop. Low and be hold the rooster and one hen had escaped prison and were making a run for freedom. Not on my watch. I must of put 10 BB’s in each of them, and they were still running around, so I gave up and went after other game.

    Later that evening we had an over portion of fried chicken for dinner. Sense grandmother went out to the coop and found the two I had stopped from escaping prison flopping around and looking like Bonny and Clyde at their end. The BB gun and the .22 rifle was part of my Right to Passage, the other part was I learned that one eats what they kill.

    Needless to say I did not want chicken for quite some time after.

  4. BT380

    BT380 Well-Known Member

    My grandfather started me off at 3 years old with a Red Rider BB gun. Taught me gun safety and how to hit what I aimed at. Killed my first jay bird at 4, He hated them and I think he set me up as a jay bird assassin. :) By the time I was 6 there were none to be found on the 5 aces of land that surrounded our houses. He took me hunting every season from 3 years old until I was 15 when he died in 1972. Taught me to hunt squirrels, doves and turkey, he never liked deer hunting though, I never knew why. He taught me to shoot his Winchester 22 rifle when I hunted with him and which I still own and have it put up in the safe.

    At 8 years old he gave me my first real gun, a 1964 Topper single shot .410 which still sits in my gun rack of favorite guns. It has killed more game than anything I own and still does to this day. He instilled the love of the outdoors and shooting into me and that is something that will never leave me. I did for a time leave the shooting world as when he died it took some of the desire from me but since I now have 2 girls of my own I have stepped up to the plate to try to instill the same love of hunting, fishing and shooting into them that he put into me. They are now 21 & 23 and I would not make either one mad. They can shoot a lot better & farther than me.

    If we do not follow the lead of those who taught us the younger generations will not know the love of these things and it will be lost to them. That is why we have so much anti gun crap in our lives today, we are failing to raise Men and Women who know who they are, what they are supposed to do, how they are to do it and be responsible for their actions and because we are not our rights are being chipped away every day. :(
  5. TxShooter

    TxShooter Active Member

    My Father would take me to the range as a little guy, would shoot his .22L rifle. It was a stock rod loader, old school.

    Just kind of caught the bug. Finally in a living situation where I can shoot in the backyard so my shooting hobby has really amplified.
  6. Shooter

    Shooter Administrator Staff Member Administrator

    That's pretty great.
  7. BersaOwner

    BersaOwner Well-Known Member

    My first experience with a firearm was with my brother, he took me squirrel hunting with him I was about 10.
    The only firearm we had in the house was the Sears & Roebuck single shot .22, it used .22 short. So it the squirrel was way up in the tree it would take one shot to stun the squirrel & a quick reload (as the squirrel fell out of the tree) for the kill shot when it hit the ground.
    This was my job to hold & load the bullet while my brother shot. This worked well until the extractor wore out, then it was only good for shooting tin cans, that is when I got to shoot it because my brother had to use a pocket knife to remove the spent case every time.
    He sold it a little later & that ended my firearm use until I got old enough to buy my own. I bought a Marlin Glenfield Model 60 .22lr with a little scope on it. I think I was about 18 or 19 & was out with the guys when they decided to go shooting. I said I got a rifle they said "great get it & we will meet you at the strip pits" that was the first time I got to shoot anything bigger than a .22 (then I was HOOKED). Now I build my own AK, AR, RPK, PSL, & working on an RPD right now. And guys bring their guns by for me to help them fix problems now.
    You could say one good turn deserves another.;)
  8. mulescj8

    mulescj8 Well-Known Member Lifetime Supporter


    Shooter thought I would bump this back up and see if anyone new replies to it.

    My story. My grandfather had an old break barrel pellet gun that he would let me shoot when i was a kid and that started the whole thing. I finally got a BB gun when i was about 7 or 8 and would "hunt" grasshoppers with it, got pretty good at taking their heads off with it lol. My dad would let me shoot his .22 from time to time and that was always a thrill. My great grandfather had a new baker double barrel 12 ga leaned up against the door when i was young and always wanted to shoot it, didn't have enough lead in my britches back then. I now have that gun in my safe as well as my grandfathers .410 single shot shotgun that i use to hunt with when i was allowed to take it out, shot alot of snakes with it. It kind of snow balled from there. When i lived in Oklahoma we had a county wide gun club that I belonged to and we had a really nice gun range, spent alot of time there until i moved to Tennessee then work and kids got to the point where it put a stop to my hobby shooting for alot of years, it's finally slowed down enough in the last 3 years that i have started back shooting when work and weather allow.
  9. greg_r

    greg_r Well-Known Member

    I can not remember ever not being around firearms. My grandfather was a watchmaker and gunsmith. My first gun was a crosman pneumatic model 760. The same one they make today, except mine had real wood and steel! I learned to wingshoot with it, shooting dragonflies and damsel flies down buy the pond. Went on lots af grasshopper safaris!

    Just a few weeks before my grandfather died he showed me a Savage 22/410 over under and told me he wanted me to have it. I still have that old gun. Can remember shooting crows for the farmers, and going hunting for supper. I would be given 4 or 5 .22 cartridges and a shotgun shell or two. One I would have to account for each one. Had to bring back a squirrel of rabbit for each cartridge fired, and had to give any unfired cartridges back. I would get a spanking if the count did not come up right for being wasteful or leaving a wounded animal. Taught me to be safe, sure and respectful!.

    I joined the Marine Corps in the 1970's. Still remember when I first fired the M16. BOING! I was so disappointed. I was expecting a high powered rifle . What I got reminded me of a spring piston air gun! Prior to the Marines the rifles I shot were all military surplus. My favorite was an Italian carcano. I could understand why it was claimed the M16 was made by Mattel!
  10. dutchboy

    dutchboy Well-Known Member Supporter

    These are great stories and fun to read. My story is simple............I grew up with James Bond 007, The Man from UNCLE and all the other COP shows, and I fell in love with the fact that they all carried guns. I always had toy guns growing up and carried them on me back then and got real guns when I became an adult. Guess that's why I joined the Coast Guard and became a COP so I could carry a gun.
    Last edited: Feb 11, 2015
  11. Pancho_Villa

    Pancho_Villa Well-Known Member Lifetime Supporter

    Hey mule, glad ya dug this thread up. I remember seeing it, but it was a year old when I joined this forum and never posted on it.

    I have seen of picture that my parents took in 1955. Might have it somewhere, I'll look. It is a picture of me out in the yard in a baby stroller. Across the front of the stroller was what looked like a Daisy BB gun. As long as I can remember, we have had some kinda guns around. My dad was a Chief of Police from 1955-81. I remember his Sam Browne rig hung from the bedpost with a large revolver, a S&W Mod 28 Highway Patrolman. In Jr. high, I started sneaking it off along with tth old Chevy wagon. I would take it to a range with whatever ammo I found in ashtrays. Never could fiure out why some were WAY more powerful than others. Some .38 spl. & some .357s.:D

    My dad would hardly carry the gun unless he had to. He said that handguns wer for shooting people and that they had no other purpose. Living in a small town, everyone knew him and his prescense at a disturbance was often enough to calm down the hardheads, or a good smack with a blackjack. He had several I got to play with. Also snagged an Iver Johnson top break .38 off him that a lady ave him so her husband wouldn't shoot her with it. He hardly carried it cause he had no ammo, but I dug some up when I was in high school. Wore that thing out twice before I traded it. Also had a Mauser HSc .32 with Nazi proofs that I got from an uncle when I was in high school. My dad swapped it to an Orkin man for a job. That kinda pizzed me off, but he said I wasn't suppose to have it. I still had the I.J. .38 stashed. Guess he forgot about it. And I till have he Colt Trooper .22 the city gave him on his retirement and a Trooper III in .357 that I gave him at the same time in 1981. Got pics of those.


    Myd dad was a WWII vet. He trained with the infantry and enjoyed shooting a rifle from an early age. He never went overseas. He later trained as a radial engine mechanic at a base where he was also an M.P. He had a second income as asmuggler/finance man to get booze on the base. He had control of the base gate at night. He had been trained to use a Gov't Model, but never liked it. His MP experience helped him getting a lob as an LEO.

    Dad trained my brother and I to shoot with CO2 gas powered Crossman pellet rifles at @ age 6 & 7. He said those were alot better than our Daisy BB guns cause they had rifled barrels. He said rifles had a purpose. He worked at a dairy not even 2 miles from where I live now as a kid & teen. That was in the roaring 20s, but they were not roaring around here. He helped his aunt's husband run the dairy and he hunted the area with a single shot .22 rifle that he was given. He would kill small game for meat and sell some to restuarants for $ to buy ammo. During prohibition. He was often left at the dairy alone during prohibition times by his uncle. His uncle would ride down to Mexico on a horse with a pack mules and smuggle tequila into the ranches of south Texas. My dad said his uncle had a large heavy rifle with square corners on the barrel that he was not allowed to use, a lever action with a big hole up front. He remembers seeing it much later after the war at my aunt's garage down the road from the dairy. Gun was kinda beat up and the kids played with it cause it quit working and they had no bullets. After the aunts and cousins moved to town, no one knows what happened to the gun. The dairy and homes there kinda disappared in the overgrown brush. After al that was grown over, we use to hunt out ther with the first .22s we got. i got a Savage tube feed bolt gun and my brother a Marlin single shot. Spent weekends at my grandfandfather's ranch 40 miles south of here also hunting in the brush alot too. * was @ 8 and my brother 7. At 9 years, got a Winch. Mod. 43 bolt gun in .22 Hornet bolt rifle that my dad had used as an outlaw gun. He got himself a new Sako Forrester that year in .243 cal. I had that rifle too for some years after my dad died. i loaned it to my youngest brother and he sold it for nose candy money. Still have the Shotgun he got me at age 9, a Winchester Mod. 1200 pump in 20 ga. Lotta birds killed at both ranchos with that gun. Still have it. No, pics. I'll get some. The Hornet got traded for a Savage bolt gun in the "hot at the time" .222 Rem. It's gone too for a Ruger M77 in .270, which I still have. That was the start of my gun trading habit.

    Well, about 2 years ago. I had a guy I knew come by with an old gun. He wanted to sell it. As a kid, I knew him as a problem kid and an alcoholic. He said he got it from some people that had moved into town from a ranch near here. He had taken it to Laredo with him when he moved to get a job there.He had tried to get it fixed, but it cost more than a new one. He had just moved back and needed some $ for gas to look for a job. More likely for a case of beer. Well, it could be my great uncle's rifle, so what the hell. I have it now. It's an 1892 Wnchester in .4-40, a smoleless model, made in @ 1905. It was locked up solid, but I got it loose and firing. It's missing an extractor, sights, loading gate, magazine spring and magazine plug. Bore was actually pretty good. Well, it fits the description my dad gave and I would like to believe that it is the rifle. Can't prove that it was cause all the people that could have identified it are dead.

    My soon to be 512 year old Wnichester Mod 1200 in 20 ga. that my father gave me at age 9. That kinda gives ya my age. If the wood & barrel looke kinda new, they are. I swapped my finish worn wood for a set off a gun with no wear. The barrel too. The one on the gun was a 30" full choke. My brother had bulged the barrel near the end after he got dirt in the barrel after crossing a fence. It was cut and had no choke. The new barrel is 28" and modified. Much better for dove.


    The more recently acquired 1892 Winchester in .44 WCF that could have belonged to my great uncle. Sights are off a Marlin .22 rifle. They work. Gun Shoots o.k. Barrel is o.k. Ya just have to fire it single shot and pull the shells out with a pocket knife. It needs @ 140 bucks worth of parts to get it working right. Might just leave it looking like it is.


    And an Iver Johnson in .38 S&W short like the one I had in Jr. high & high school. It was in way better shape than my original gun.

    Last edited: Feb 12, 2015
  12. squirrelhunter

    squirrelhunter Well-Known Member Supporter

    I've had a love for guns and hunting as far back as I can remember. I remember when I was like maybe 4 just not being able to wait to get my first gun and go hunting.