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Ruger First-model Blackhawk, Ser. #1002. Built in 1956, I believe.
6 1/2" bbl., aluminum grip frame, a very light gun for a .44 mag. It belonged to the father of a friend, who sold it before I started buying guns in earnest. It had the lightest hair-trigger you'd never want to meet. If you touched the trigger when cocked, the hammer dropped. A bit scary, at first. Later figured out it was very nice.
Shot a full box of those insane Remington Yellow-box 180 grn softpoints that are rated at 1600 fps from a vented 4" barrel. Every shot tried to bury the gun in your forehead. So much for "Lighter bullets recoil LESS."
Hand hurt for a couple of days. Severe recoil opened my thumb knuckle from catching the top of the grip frame when the gun rolled when fired. Made for a bloody floor, as it cut my buddy's thumb too. Ears rang through the ear-plugs. Those Yellow-boxers are VIOLENT!
I don't remember. It was 1950-something. I wanted to shoot the shotgun.
First shotgun was a Model 12 20 gauge along about 1956 or so. I was 6 and begged my dad to let me shoot it. He finally did. He stood to the side and cradled his gun, I pulled the trigger and that hi-brass #6 knocked on my butt in the middle of the dirt road.
Finally got around to buying a pistol in 1972. So let's just say the first pistol I shot was my Single-Six.
It was a Colt 1911a1. I was five and my dad had to help me hold it. The noise made my ears ring *loud* and the empty went straight down the back of my neck and I was jumping around like crazy - forgot all about the gun (but my dad had it by then).
I never fired a .45 again until I was about 15 (which was probably the point to that exercise anyway - but I doubt my dad would admit that). I did shoot a few .22s in the interim.
1980 ARMY basic training,Fort Dix New Jersey.
1911/A1 Colt 45ACP.
Rocked and recoiled like a bear.
The shooter next to me got spiked from the hammer hitting him in the tang.Obvisiously let the pistol slide to low on his hand.
Never acquired a taste for 1911 Colts then, have drawn a slight interest to them 20 years later.
Also a K-22, but it was at a shooting gallery at the Minnesota State Fair. I was probably in the fourth or fifth grade. Other than the corn dogs, it was about the only thing that interested me at the fair...
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