brighamr
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So, what's your favorite gun related holiday story? Here's mine:
I was 11 years old. For the 4 years prior I had begged and pleaded with my parents for a .22 rifle. Each year I woke up to sweaters and rc cars. Not bad toys, but definitely not the rifle I pined after. Soooo, on this particular year i had woken up and ran to the tree. More sweaters, but no rc cars? I started digging through all my siblings presents (11 year olds are a bit anxious ) but alas, nothing that even appeared to be a rifle. When all the presents were opened and my family was settling down, my dad walked in with a small box that i thought was a box of life-savers.
He hands it to me and everyone else got quiet, looking at the box. I slowly unwrapped the mystery box and it was a 550 round box of .22??? I looked at my dad, who had a devlish smile, and i asked him why i got a bunch of bullets when I don't have a rifle? He brought his hands around from behind his back holding a brand new marlin .22!!! That was the happiest point of my life at the time, because my parents finally trusted me to have my own rifle. (The Marlin was the $99 wal mart special, but to a boy that age it was my pride and joy)
The funniest part of the story is that my mom had explicity told my dad not to buy it, he was just too caught up in the holiday spirit to listen
My parents are currently overseas serving a mission for their church, but when they return in the fall of 2008 I will have a Ruger Single Six waiting to put under the tree. My dad has always wanted one, but he would rather spend money on his kids than on himself. I'm happy that I can finally afford to buy him a "present to be remembered".
I was 11 years old. For the 4 years prior I had begged and pleaded with my parents for a .22 rifle. Each year I woke up to sweaters and rc cars. Not bad toys, but definitely not the rifle I pined after. Soooo, on this particular year i had woken up and ran to the tree. More sweaters, but no rc cars? I started digging through all my siblings presents (11 year olds are a bit anxious ) but alas, nothing that even appeared to be a rifle. When all the presents were opened and my family was settling down, my dad walked in with a small box that i thought was a box of life-savers.
He hands it to me and everyone else got quiet, looking at the box. I slowly unwrapped the mystery box and it was a 550 round box of .22??? I looked at my dad, who had a devlish smile, and i asked him why i got a bunch of bullets when I don't have a rifle? He brought his hands around from behind his back holding a brand new marlin .22!!! That was the happiest point of my life at the time, because my parents finally trusted me to have my own rifle. (The Marlin was the $99 wal mart special, but to a boy that age it was my pride and joy)
The funniest part of the story is that my mom had explicity told my dad not to buy it, he was just too caught up in the holiday spirit to listen
My parents are currently overseas serving a mission for their church, but when they return in the fall of 2008 I will have a Ruger Single Six waiting to put under the tree. My dad has always wanted one, but he would rather spend money on his kids than on himself. I'm happy that I can finally afford to buy him a "present to be remembered".