Discussion in 'General Gun Discussions' started by valnar, Nov 20, 2011.
Dad said he had enough shooting in WWII. Over the years, they became more tolerant.
Some of my uncles own firearms, as do a few of my father's friends.
While my family may not have been big time involved shooters (I think that is more a modern thing, really) we would always get together at Christmas and Thanksgiving at my grandparents house, everybody would bring out their favorite pistol, and we'd go outside and shoot! My Mother says that when she was little, it was the custom on Christmas and New Years for everyone to shoot guns, almost as "fireworks". My dad is from Illinois. Not quite as "enthusiastic" about shooting as we are here, but still they liked and had guns of all kinds.
I shot on the Canoe U team in the sixties and later in the Navy when duty allowed. My first two ribbons were expert pistol and rifle during plebe summer. Do we know each other?
No one in my extended family ever owned any guns or ever hunted. However, my parents allowed me to have BB guns and a Remington single shot 22 when I was eleven. I carried that little rifle everywhere, even to school and on city buses. Things were different back in the fifties. I still have it up in the attic.
My dad considers me a member of, in his words, the GNA - the "Gun Nut Association" - his little poke at humor
That being said, my parents both grew up mostly in San Jose CA in the late 70's and early 80's. My dad was passive, he just didn't care to ever go shoot or to buy guns. When he found out that I'd gotten my CWP a few years ago he said "Well, don't do anything stupid I guess. You don't really need such a thing here in Utah, it's really safe anyways." My mother on the other hand says that every minute I carry is one minute closer to getting shot. In her view, only people who carry guns ever get shot. Also, the scent of Hoppe's #9 makes her nauseous. She tolerates it now because I told her that if she were going to give me crap about it every time she saw me I'd just stop coming to her house. My 21 year old brother's 20 ga Benelli Nova has to have the barrel removed, action disassembled, then locked in a case inside of a locked room. Even then she's pissed at her father for giving it to him.
Even my mother is coming around now. She feels a lot less safe since my dad passed away a few weeks ago, and a few months back while I was at the house my 19 yr old sister's ex boyfriend who'd gone off his meds showed up in the backyard yelling about killing himself and taking my sister with him. I got the mossy 590 out of my car and persuaded him to drop his Hi-Point 9mm and wait for the cops to show up. I'm gonna try to get her to the range with me after the holidays.
From my influence, and the renewed interest of my grandfather in shooting, my brother is a shooter, as are two of my three sisters, my wife, and it would seem my 4 year old daughter. She's insistent that she gets a pink gun for Christmas...we'll see.
People have sometimes married a person After a parent has frequently criticized the boyfriend/girlfriend. This might have happened, regarding my wife's late husband, and probably happened with her brother.
Apparently this happens with guns?
People sometimes go to unusual lengths to prove that their judgement/tastes/decisons are sound and competent.
The people who criticize family members' choices often are intelligent, but ironically either feel just the need to control and/or also choose to ignore the true character of human nature.
I myself developed a interest in guns as a teenager. Aside from toy BB guns, my first firearm was a percussion Hawken Rifle kit I bought and built while in college. One I moved out of the house I picked up my first center fire and since then have slowly added various guns one at a time to my collection.
One of my brothers has a similar interest in guns but with a wife and family to support has much less discretionary funds to spend on his interest than I do. So, while I know a few other friends who share my interest he's the only member of my family that does.
They left it up to us to try to get good at it.
They are, however, starting to see the value in it...
I came from a gun family Riffle and shotguns , no hand guns.
But my brother and I are a different story though...I have 9 long guns and 8 handguns(in my 5ga Sturdy RSC) and my brother has 4 long guns and 4 handguns.
Pretty ubiquitous amongst that particular sub-set indeed. I dated a bunch of preacher's daughters when I was young. The one's under the most restrictive and totalitarian fathers were by far the wildest... Trend?
I too wanted a motorcycle in high school but Mom and Dad were against such.
My dad was career Air Force, flew over 200 combat missions in RF-4Cs in Vietnam, was always engulfed in work and not interested in fishing or hunting when I was young. He carried the S&W Aircrew 38 Special that is infamous for its aluminum construction and potential KB. He told me that he and the other pilots pretty much considered it a joke - a last resort if you were facing capture. I've looked at purchasing one of these just for collector value but don't have $3,000 to stuff into my vault in that fashion. I thought my dad was crazy flying in a war zone in a recon jet without any armament. I always thought "He got the big balls, I must have gotten the brains..."
Mom was a teacher and motherly so wasn't into anything that could hurt children. Sister doesn't like to kill anything.
Dad got me a Crossman M1 Carbine BB gun after I pleaded my case. A cousin had one and I had shot it - now I NEEDED one. Still have it. With original hang tags but no box...
Being an Air Force brat, we moved every 4 years mostly, spent half the 70's in Hawaii where guns weren't really prevalent, then ended up in Texas. I should have been military myself but was born in a gap - what like Faulklands, or Panama or something? No thanks, I was busy skiing/snowboarding...
Well let me tell you something, son... They's got some guns down round about Texas way for certain!!! We had a weirdo uncle with a pawn shop that had guns stacked up like cord-wood. Stacks of Colt ARs when they were prolly $300/ea NIB. I started to see that perhaps guns were more than just a physical tool but also a financial instrument as well.
Fast forward to collage and a friend of mine who, without a doubt, had the largest influence on my current situation. His father had the gun collection of gun collections. Gold Colt single actions out the yin yang, military hardware, every version of every pistol, shotgun, lever gun, bolt action, full auto, you name it. I was slack-jaw when we'd get together and blast everything from MP40 Schmiser open-bolt full-auto, to Galil full-auto, Tompson 1928 open-bolt full-auto "Tommy Gun", 454 Casull, Barrett 50BMG semi-auto, Uzi, S&W 44 Mag in all shape and size... And he'd be out shooting gold guns that were museum pieces... Wow.
I vowed that someday, when I could afford it, I would emulate this feat. I visited the Buffalo Bill Museum, which holds the Winchester collection, in Cody, WY. If you like guns, you need to see this collection. One of the few times I've been slack-jaw once again.
I see it all as a balance. A huge pile of guns without ammo is pretty useless. Huge pile of gold without any guns, same. Huge pile of cash, scary. A nice balance of cash, gold, guns, ammo, food, water, etc. is the strategy I've come to adopt. My wife is grateful for my... esoteric, eclectic, prepare for SHTF ways. My family and friends think I'm kind of nuts but LOVE going to the range with me... ;-)
Thank God that there are so many of us and Happy Thanksgiving! I do my best to rub off positively on young people or peers that I take shooting/hunting.
I was not allowed to have a gun of my own until I became an adult, due to an edict of my mother's. One day, I was wishing that I had a gun of my own because I wanted to go shooting, and realized that the only reason I didn't have one was because I hadn't gone out and bought one. Mom and the law weren't in my way anymore, so I bought one. And so it started.
Mom's getting a carry permit, and a pistol.
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