how did it start for you?

I learned to read by watching the dialogue bubbles in the cowboy comic books as my mother read to me. She also read Zane Grey novels to me at bedtime. Destry Rides Again, Riders Of The Purple Sage. The first word I wrote on my toy blackboard was "BANG". My grandparents were Randolph Scott and John Wayne fans. Took me to the Saturday matinees. I sketched Colt SAAs in free time in elementary school. Westerns were on TV every night of the week in the 1950s. It was cowboys for me, forever. Horses eventually die. Guns don't. So...
 
Shooting snapping turtles with a Stevens single shot .22 at my grandfather's pond in Mississippi when I was about 6 years old with my older brother and my dad.
 
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My dad gave me a Remington 513 in 1961 for my 7th birthday. He signed me up for a junior rifle club in 1963 at 9 years old (50’ indoor match). Guns and shooting have been my favorite hobby ever since.
 
We ate the cottontails and our 2 dogs got the jackrabbits unless it was a not grown one.
Believe it or not, through the years, we had two dogs, one a mutt collie, and a Weimaraner both of whom would not eat the skinned jacks we shot, so we gave up shooting jacks. The mutt collie could catch jacks occasionally, and the weimaraner was dumber than dirt. He spent many a night chained to the lower barn as he would not learn to leave skunks alone. The collie died of old age, and the weimaraner didn't get across the newly built I-70 one day. Like the railroad song went, I-70 literally went through the middle of our place.

And, yea, made many a skillet of hasenpfeffer, (pepper fried rabbit) 'cept for the year they all had tularemia, ( I guess, white spots on the livers)

-West out
 
Use to shoot BB guns in my grandparents basement at 25'

Started rabbit and pheasant hunting in their back 40. Grandfather took me deer hunting at 12 with a old single shot shotgun. Bagged a 10 point buck that year. He had it mounted with the hoofs made to be able to hold the gun.

First gun I bought myself was a 3 screw Ruger Single Six. Still have it. Along with 80+ other guns.
 
Boy-Scouts, Explore-Scouts and USMC.

This brought back a memory. Boy Scout summer camp. Rifle range. 5 shots of 22 caliber for 25 cents. Now, thinking back on this, that is why I wanted a 22 caliber so much when I was 12 or 13 years old. Boy Scout summer camp wet my appetite for a 22 rifle. Good times indeed at that camp. Archery, rifle range, canoeing, swimming, hiking and camping. And speaking of wetting the appetite, at the time, we had what seemed like great and plentiful food at the Scout camp, three times a day to fuel that youthful energy to go strong all day long.
 
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My wife told me that her father would gather up his house full of kids and go rabbit hunting on Sunday afternoons. With 10 kids he needed all the protein he could get get I suppose. Then he got tularemia and after recovering that ended rabbit hunting. She was about 6 years old when this happened. I have a hard time imagining living with that many kids as I was an only child. My mother told me it wasn't planned but just the way things turned out. I did have several older cousins that loved to bully the younger ones so I got a taste of what brothers and sisters would have been like.
 
I grew up in Omaha to a  very Liberal Mother. She didn't even allow me to have a BB gun.

When I turned 18 my father offered me a job in Houston Texas. Mom was against it and told me I couldn't go. I reminded her that I was 18 and I went.

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About a week after I got there I saw a Remington Nylon 66 in a Pawn Shop in Pearland Texas. I don't remember the specifics but when I found out I was old enough to buy it I did.

I ended up selling it in a pawn shop in Clearwater Florida.
It's crazy how popular the Nylon 66 got after they quit making them. We sold them at Kmart when I worked in sporting goods and I always thought they looked like a cheap piece of crap. Stamped steel with a plastic stock. They look like a bb gun.
 
For me it started without any gun influences from my dad. He wasn't antigun at all, and had owned guns when he was younger, but he grew up in a pretty remote area and said he never saw another hunter when he was young. After moving to the "big city" in the mid 1920's he said when he went hunting he couldn't hardly find a place that he didn't run into other hunters, so he sold his guns and stopped hunting.
My brothers and I grew up hearing hunting stories from my dad and uncles, and my dad's brothers still owned guns and hunted. When we visited we always got a gun out and I couldn't wait to try to shoot whatever they had! As I got to maybe 10 yrs. old my friends and I would ride our bikes to a local army surplus store, and they had barrels of junk guns for $2-$4 each. None of them working, and most missing parts, but we could afford them, and being non working they sold us guns to play with. We used them to play army around our neighborhood, and we gradually bought missing parts from the same store to make them appear complete.
I bought my first real firearm in 1968 just before the GCA of '68 came in. I'd heard it was coming, so when I turned 18 I quickly made my first real purchase. After that every dime I could save was used to buy whatever guns I saw used in local ads and added to my meager collection. I stopped buying in '69 when I got drafted, but when I came home and went back to work I started back up again.
I've been buying collectible firearms ever since, but never buy any military guns. Just too many people to compete with as the military collectors are a huge crowd, so I target 1800's single shot cartridge rifles. I specialize even further by mostly collecting Marlin Ballard and Remington single shot rifles. I love collecting, shooting, making ammo for rare cartridges, and collecting all the tools and accessories those old rifles were sold with back in the 1800's. I also collect early American target scopes, and many of my old guns are equipped with those great old scopes.
 
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