Mrcymstr
Member
I was thinking recently (dangerous thing for me to do) that many of my best family memories revolved around firearms. I grew up very pro gun and was given my first bb gun when I was probably 6 or 7. For instance I remember the first time I shot a long gun bigger than a 22 it was an h&r junior topper 20 GA my papaw let me shoot at a few coke cans in the back yard, it hurt so bad I actually cried :shame: but that was a very few years before he passed away and even though it hurt I fell in love with that gun, then the year before he died he gave me that shotgun and I will never part with it.
I remember times when I was being taught about guns by my dad, who a few years ago my situation with him became very rocky but I can always cherish the time he spent teaching me even though he didn't use such a formulaic "4 rules" system they were all their I was taught about sight picture and got to fire his 22 often. For special treats I would fire some .38 from his .357.
The times my stepbrother brought down half an arsenal of everything from mossberg 12ga pistol grip to old 45-70s and even his nearly perfect condition Luger. This brother has since served 2 tours in the middle east and narrowly escaped being caught in the explosion of an oil rig in the gulf of Mexico.
All these things come to mind when ever I see a weapon, hear discharge, smell gunpowder or shoot. How many of yall have these kind of deep ingrained memories of times when all the world's issues disappeared and it was just you and a close relative (and about 4000 rounds of ammunition )
I remember times when I was being taught about guns by my dad, who a few years ago my situation with him became very rocky but I can always cherish the time he spent teaching me even though he didn't use such a formulaic "4 rules" system they were all their I was taught about sight picture and got to fire his 22 often. For special treats I would fire some .38 from his .357.
The times my stepbrother brought down half an arsenal of everything from mossberg 12ga pistol grip to old 45-70s and even his nearly perfect condition Luger. This brother has since served 2 tours in the middle east and narrowly escaped being caught in the explosion of an oil rig in the gulf of Mexico.
All these things come to mind when ever I see a weapon, hear discharge, smell gunpowder or shoot. How many of yall have these kind of deep ingrained memories of times when all the world's issues disappeared and it was just you and a close relative (and about 4000 rounds of ammunition )