It was a coincidence! It really was!

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I have three grand daughters. Dads, friends, and I...all ready for that "first date". Six men cleaning guns in the living room...:evil:

Mark
 
My wife and I are expecting our first child and we won't know gender for 5 more weeks. I hope it's a boy, but if it's a girl one of the things I'm looking forward to is doing this.

I dunno man, my daughters are 7 and 10 and the thought of them bringing boys home scares the livin bejeebus out of me, guns or no guns
 
I dunno man, my daughters are 7 and 10 and the thought of them bringing boys home scares the livin bejeebus out of me, guns or no guns

I just know that if I have a girl it will come some day no matter what so I might as well get some enjoyment out of it.
 
My daughter is 8 and I'm already telling her when boys start liking her, I'm gonna grow a beard like Uncle Si and have a stack of guns out when they visit to scare 'em.

Of course, she was pretty excited to get her own ID badge for the gun club this year. Hopefully we'll get to go watch her outshoot some young men in a few years. First we have some work to do dealing with her right handed, left eye dominant issues.
 
I have two grownup daughters now but back when the boys started coming around I used to pull a big "jack-knife" out of my pocket; flip the blade out and offer a free castration. Then I would tell the boys that since they would not be thinking about having sex with my daughters every 2 seconds they could accomplish great things in life. Oh well during those years my daughters were embarrassed and hated me about something most of the time anyway. It worked pretty good until I got confused and tried it on some I couldn't tell the difference in gender so had to give up the practice. Nothing like good old shock factor and I did give the guys valid reasoning because I sure didn't want it to appear like a threat. There were always a lot of guns and weapons visible in the presence of their boy friends, especially their mother.
 
When my daughter was 12 or 13

we went to pick up a boy named Kevin, they were going to the movies together with friends. I was driving my F-150 crew cab at the time and he had to ride in the back seat. I had actually forgotten about the double barrel 12 gague that was laying across the seat. I looked over my shoulder at him as he climbed in and said" don't worry about that, it's not loaded yet".:D My daughter gave me the evil eye and said Daaaad! Ah, memories.
 
I once had a dates father put a .380 round on the table and ask me if I knew what that was...

I popped a .45ACP round out of the back up mag in my blazers pocket, put it on the table next to his, and said

"it looks like a bullet- only smaller"

we both had a good laugh.
 
I'd just started dating a woman whose father was an accomplished skeet shooter. He invited me to shoot with him, but I'd been a burglary victim and was without a shotgun. He provided a 12ga 870. We shot a round, me on the 870, him on his Perazzi. After the first round, he told me to rack the 870 and we'd share the Perazzi.
When we got back to his house, his daughter wanted to know how it went. She could not believe that Papa had let me shoot "Baby" - his own adult son didn't even get to handle that Perazzi.
We've been married 26 years now. Papa passed away Monday night. Christmas before last, he'd asked me to come over and help him sort out his gun collection - every male heir received one of Papa's guns, and we all got the backgrounds of the individual guns. Papa got a great deal of joy from passing those 16 guns down while he was still alive to see it. Smart guy, he was.
 
Good afternoon all.

Yesterday afternoon, I came home from the range and set up to clean pistols in the kitchen. I had four handguns laid out on the counter and I was working on the fifth when my daughter came up from her basement apartment with her new boyfriend, whom I had not yet met.

It turned out OK, but it was just such a cliche moment.
Back when I was young and dating, I would see this as a dare :)
 
When I was 17, back in the 70s, I went to a girl's house to pick her up for a date. I had not yet met either of her parents. Her mother answered the door and I introduced myself and she led me in to the den where her husband was sitting and introduced us. Hanging on the wall was a lever action Marlin 336. We chit-chatted for a few minutes and I asked if his gun was 30-30 or 35 Remington. He said "What"? I said "Your rifle - is it 30-30 or 35 Remington? He said (rather incredulously) "You know what that is?". I said "Yeah, it's a Marlin 336 and it comes chambered for 30-30 or 35 Remington. Which caliber is yours?" I wouldn't find out for several years but he decided at that moment that I was going to marry his daughter! It never happened but not for a lack of trying on his part. I would run into him around town several times a year and even ten years later he was still pushing us together.
 
I'd just started dating a woman whose father was an accomplished skeet shooter. He invited me to shoot with him, but I'd been a burglary victim and was without a shotgun. He provided a 12ga 870. We shot a round, me on the 870, him on his Perazzi. After the first round, he told me to rack the 870 and we'd share the Perazzi.

When we got back to his house, his daughter wanted to know how it went. She could not believe that Papa had let me shoot "Baby" - his own adult son didn't even get to handle that Perazzi.

We've been married 26 years now. Papa passed away Monday night. Christmas before last, he'd asked me to come over and help him sort out his gun collection - every male heir received one of Papa's guns, and we all got the backgrounds of the individual guns. Papa got a great deal of joy from passing those 16 guns down while he was still alive to see it. Smart guy, he was.


Sounds like a great man, sorry for your family's loss.
 
I'm cracking up reading this thread. I'm usually a lurker, but I just had to reply.

Hubby and I have six daughters (no that's not a typo/yes you read that correctly), and fortunately they are quite good humored about what Dad says he has planned for meeting their future boyfriends.

The oldest is dating age, but so far she's been very steadfast about her criteria for boyfriend material and has not had her eye turned yet (she is far more devoted to her horse).

Actually, I had another daughter reply to her father's ribbing, tongue-in-cheek, that since she knows how to shoot, he's just backup. I'm scared for any future heartbreaker of hers ;)
 
Good afternoon all.

Yesterday afternoon, I came home from the range and set up to clean pistols in the kitchen. I had four handguns laid out on the counter and I was working on the fifth when my daughter came up from her basement apartment with her new boyfriend, whom I had not yet met.

It turned out OK, but it was just such a cliche moment.

The icing on the cake would have been a tractor outside, with a back hoe attached.
 
I once had a dates father put a .380 round on the table and ask me if I knew what that was...

I popped a .45ACP round out of the back up mag in my blazers pocket, put it on the table next to his, and said

"it looks like a bullet- only smaller"

we both had a good laugh.
So yours was bigger than his.
 
My daughter just went to her homecoming with a group of girls. She wasn't taking her phone...so I told her. If you need anything sweetie, just wave. I will see you in the rifle scope. She gave me a dirty look as I laughed. ..
 
I picked up my date for her senior prom, (I had graduated the year before, and was the last minute stunt double for her recently ex-boyfriend), and her dad met me at the door with a single action revolver on one side and a double barrel shotgun on the table. If I'd had more time I would have chatted with him about the guns, but we were late. He did give a version of the "have her home on time" speech...but I would never find out if he was serious or not. See, 1/2 hour into the prom she decided to run off with a guy who had smuggled some booze into the event, so I left. Never saw either of them again.:rolleyes: No loss.
 
For homecoming last week, my daughter was begging me to actually have some of my guns out when her date picked her up. I don't know they boy very well, but I know his dad fairly well and know that guns are a normal part of their life so I don't think it would have had the desired effect.

So I had all of my fly-tying gear in the front room and really confused him. :neener:

Matt
 
I did have a collection of knifes out when a few that came over and I did the " be home by whatever time we had decided on". A few big knifes too. I was sharping them. My son in law knew I had guns before he asked if he could marry my daughter. I had to do that with my now wife's father 40 years ago in February . I guess my daughter had told him about that, but I think he would have done that anyway. Good kid. Only guy she really dated.

When my son got married, all the guys had tux coats, shirts with blue jeans and some with cowboy hats.. We have a posed picture with all the guys with rifles and her on the steps of the old church where they were married. It was rural Texas.
 
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Im thinking of a scenario like this:
(doorbell rings, young man comes to pick up favored daughter...)

After the small talk and assessing his handshake (anything other than firm results in expulsion)...

cpileri: Hey, Sparky. Where you two going?

(cpileri doesnt listen to answer)

cpileri: You know her curfew is 11PM right?

(any answer other than affirmative results in expulsion)

cpileri: (holding a 50BMG cartridge and a Sharpie marker) hey Sparky, what's yer name? spell it for me...

(cpileri writes his name on the projectile as he spells it)

cpileri: there, see, now it has YOUR name on it. You understand fully, right? Have fun! Bye!




really, i can't wait to do this!
C-
 
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