Discussion in 'General Gun Discussions' started by BBQJOE, Jul 2, 2007.
I never touched the gun as a kid. It was kept in the closet, totally unsecured, but I never touched it. I never touched the ammo either.
really good spanking, which was never.
No, I wasn't prefect, but I knew which lines not only not to cross but not to even think about going near.
Now I vaguely recall being about 9-10 years old and setting the backyard on fire with bottlerockets, firecrackers and gasoline. That was a well deserved, and I must say, well adminstered spanking.
My attitude is ignorance kills and fuels curiosity without instruction. My 10 year old is gun nut already and has a nerf gun arsenal that is the envy of the neighborhood. I am not stupid enough to trust them fully so I do keep my weapons secure but I know both of them have some knowledge and caution because I educate them.
Took away every single pellet and bb gun I bought on my own.
Dad had a couple of shotguns hanging in a locked closet. And when I was old enough, my 22 and then 7x57 hung next to them. I don't recall messing around in that closet before "my" rifles were there (11 or 12?). I knew where the key was, but needed a chair to reach it. Just let it be.
When "my" rifles were hung, I'd go in there. Maybe 13 years old? I was refinishing a stock, and the freshly blued barreled action was in there. I'd take my scoped 7x57 out and bore sight it at the car taillights across the road, swab the bore...
Couldn't hunt deer in michigan until I was 14. Dad used my rifle when I was 13, and when I pulled it out in the spring of my 14th year, I about blew a gasket when I found some rust on the trigger guard. Sad memory of that 'conversation'.
The only gun of dad's I ever fondled with was the SxS that I use today. Loved that thing. Could care less about that ugly pump gun. I remember having to lay the double on my lap to lever open the bore. I always wiped it down.
One time, I was 21 or 22, and my mom and dad were out of town, I was on break from college, I fished out my dad's 686 (he got some handguns as he got older) and bought a box of .38 special, went with a friend to a range. Cleaned it up and put it away with the left over ammo. Never was mentioned.
Always treated them with respect, never "showed off" except one time....
I typed out details, and decided against posting. Just plain stupid.
Lock up the guns.
Thanks for the forum.
Soakers, doing everything in my power to not act that way anymore.
Same thing, look DON'T touch
Now, here's the scary part. As a youngin', when my parents weren't home, I was a world class little snoop. I found the Model 10 dad kept loaded in his sock drawer, and I found the keys to the safe. I used to get into that sucker all the time. Fortunately, I wasnt an idiot and playing with guns get old fast, so disaster and a butt whipping were averted.
Now that I am a parent, I'm scared *&@#less. Kids WILL snoop around and find things they aren't supposed to. DONT LEAVE KEYS TO YOUR SAFE AROUND YOUR HOUSE...KEEP THEM ON YOU AT ALL TIMES.
Seriously, I got my own .22 at 9 years old and was out shooting and hunting on the farm from that time on. Guns were a tool that I learned to use, right long with a hammer, saw, or tractor etc. Of course this was back in the late 70's and we lived in the boonies.
He also had a stash of handguns, which being a rotten little bastard I got into, and "borrowed" his service 1911 for a few weeks before returning it with no one the wiser. Things could have turned out a lot worse, I consider it several lessons cheaply learned.
My parents were and still are mildly anti-gun (as in, don't really support gun control but don't like the idea of loaded guns lying around, they think my apartment is a death trap...).
Indeed. Next time I hear one say this, I'll say, "OK now substitute 'sex' for 'guns' in your argument." Should children be left to discover sex on their own, or should they learn about it from a parent?
A box of ammo says that the anti wants children to learn about sex from age 5.
The penalty for doing that without permission was to draconian to contemplate for a young kid.
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