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I mowed lawns for two years and bought a H&R Topper, a hunting license and two boxes of 20ga shells. I still remember, a quarter century later, that the bill was $63.
Never had any growing up. Mom was against all guns, she even hated cap guns
Moved out of the house after finishing school and didn't think much one way or the other about guns at the time.
Bought a shotgun when I was about 32. I had been borrowing shotguns from friends, busting some clays in a field with them, and figured if I was gonna shoot with them I would get my own, so I picked up a Mossberg 500. I think it was a pretty good choice, inexpensive and reliable. I don't hunt so it does what I want it to do.
Now I CCW with a Kimber UC2
I still don't own a rifle, mostly because I don't know that much about them, don't hunt, nor do I have any place (within a reasonable distance) to shoot one. For those reasons it keeps getting pushed down the to-do list.
Gonna have to have a little get together with the father-in-law and go through his rifle collection one box of ammo at a time
I was fourteen when I bought (through my Dad) my first gun, a Colt Woodsman Match Target. I washed dishes by hand in a little greasy spoon restaurant for $1.00 an hour to earn the money for it. That was 1968...I still have that beautiful piece of craftmanship.
It was almost a rite of passage to get your first gun where I was raised. My father gave me a 12 ga. when I was 12. (Good thing I wasn't 10 yrs old or it might have been a 10 ga.) You were pretty much expected to bring home squirrels or rabbits pronto. It was a High Standard pump and I still have the beaten up old thing today.
You know, I don't ever remember receiving any detailed safety rules, except the usual common sense ones. You sort of knew already by picking it up from older brothers and other boys by osmosis and you looked forward to having your own gun some day.
No one EVER thought to point a gun at some one else or do anything stupid like you read about today. Guns were common and viewed as important tools. They were to be treated with the utmost respect, but not feared and certainly not playthings.
It was instilled in us to be safe and the rare boy that didn't take gun safety seriously was looked down on, and even thought to be rather unmanly and childish.
Hahaha, I'm still in my 40s but sound like an old man, eh? Dagnabbit whippersnappers -- hey kid, git off my lawn! (read in crazy old man voice and shake fist in the air)
I was about 9 or 10.
It was a SxS 20 my dad bought used for $110 (my birthday and chore money).
I was mad at the time. I wanted to spend that on knives but as I got older I was
happy he did it.
Funny how sometimes parents know better than the kids.
I was about 5. The gun was an Ithaca M-49 single shot lever action .22. I've still got it, and will give it to my son when the just plain worn out firing pin is replaced.
Received a Red Ryder at age 5, and asked for a pellet gun to replace it for Christmas at age 8. My grandfather bought me a single shot bolt action .22 made by Oregon Arms. It was called the Chipmunk. Great little rifle. I shot it for years and we ended up putting a stock extension on it because I was outgrowing it. He still has it at his house, I think it holds more sentimental value to him than to me, so I let him hold on to it.
I started with a knife collection at about age 8 and then graduated to air guns at 10. Then, my dad gave me my first .22, a Remington 510 Targetmaster at age 12. Guess what? I still have that little old Remington and it still endangers all plinking fodder within 50 yards.
Got a Remington .22lr single shot at age six. I was with Dad when he bought it at the gunshow. It had a broken bolt handle, which he brazed back on, and he cut the barrel down to 16.5 inches, recrowned it, and put the front sight back on. He cut the stock off to fit me. I've put a gazillion rounds through the $50 gunshow special. I shoot a lot of aguila colibri thru it in the backyard nowadays. Got my first handgun, a beautiful, blued 4-inch Colt Python, at age 15. (Saved and bought myself a Colt 1911 at 16 and customized it very tastefully, and put together an AR-15 the same year).
Dad was always into guns and working on them, but he never pushed me into them, I took a "natural" interest.
11, dad bought two 870s to use for skeet and dove hunting. The Wingmaster was SUPPOSED to be mine, but about a year after i moved out of the house he decided he'd use it as part of a deal to get a used bass boat! :banghead: Yes I still tell him he owes me a new shotgun for that.
at 12 he gave me a Marlin 39M, probably put more rounds through that thing than half my other guns combined. it went away in a moment of "utter stupid" in which i sold it to fund a new centerfire target rifle (i'd not fired the marlin in 2 years) as of now i sadly have neither the 39M nor the rifle it went for.
The first fire arm I shot was at summer camp. I believe I was about 10 years old. The first firearm that I bought was bought when I was in my late 20s.
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