Bwana John
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Lets try grandpas picture again
Red X:banghead:
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Bwana John
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I got the RedX on the last two pics, Lets try this one more time
My Grandpa (who started me shooting) on the Yangtze River, pulling a deck watch with a Thompson SMG
My Grandpa (who started me shooting) on the Yangtze River, pulling a deck watch with a Thompson SMG
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My grandfather and father took me Deer hunting. My uncle, one of Uncle
Sam's Misguide Childern (USMC), was a drill sgt who taught weapons to
the newest memebers of Uncle Sam's Misguide Childern. Between the
three of them I learned how to hunt, shoot and stay alive outdoors for long
periods of time. Then a Mini-14 fell into my hands for next to nothing and
it was all over from there.
Sam's Misguide Childern (USMC), was a drill sgt who taught weapons to
the newest memebers of Uncle Sam's Misguide Childern. Between the
three of them I learned how to hunt, shoot and stay alive outdoors for long
periods of time. Then a Mini-14 fell into my hands for next to nothing and
it was all over from there.
This is a great topic. I enjoyed reading all the responses.
I'm a city (Chicago) boy. I've gone on the occasional fishing trip, but have never really been hunting. Before I was ten years old my older brother got a Daisy Red Rider for Christmas. Soon enough, he had a hi-powered pellet gun and I got the Red Rider. I was promised that if I used common sense and didn't injure anyone I too would get a hi-power pellet gun. Within a year I had one. We pretty much shot up everything in the unfinished basement of our Chicago bungalow. (With Dad's consent) My dad also bought us our own bows and we practiced frequently.
My dad owned firearms as a kid, but we never really had money while growing up so he never owned a firearm while I knew him. He wasn't anti, although his sisters were (are) probably mainly because their father turned a gun on himself years earlier in a bout of depression.
Some of my best childhood buddies had brothers who were kind enough to lend out their guns to us as we got older. I so wanted one, but just couldn't afford it. (My friend's brother loaned me a Taurus PT-92 and it was the first semi-auto I really shot...and liked) After graduating college I went back to looking to purchase a firearm, and my girlfriend at the time was ok with that. I never bought one, mainly because the sales guy was trying to sell my an H&K uber expensive gun I couldn't afford. (I'll never understand that)
Well, I married my g/f, we settled down, and had a couple of kids. Finally, after some years of working and paying down debt I had some discretionary income. However, my now wife was dead-set against having a firearm in the house with children. September 11th changed my way of thinking, and I realized that I may need a firearm to defend my family. So, just a few short years ago I decided to purchase my first firearm, a Glock 19 9mm. I now own 2 firearms (along with a SA 1911 loaded) and am looking for a third. My wife doesn't know I have them (a story in itself, I suppose) but I thought it better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
I'm a city (Chicago) boy. I've gone on the occasional fishing trip, but have never really been hunting. Before I was ten years old my older brother got a Daisy Red Rider for Christmas. Soon enough, he had a hi-powered pellet gun and I got the Red Rider. I was promised that if I used common sense and didn't injure anyone I too would get a hi-power pellet gun. Within a year I had one. We pretty much shot up everything in the unfinished basement of our Chicago bungalow. (With Dad's consent) My dad also bought us our own bows and we practiced frequently.
My dad owned firearms as a kid, but we never really had money while growing up so he never owned a firearm while I knew him. He wasn't anti, although his sisters were (are) probably mainly because their father turned a gun on himself years earlier in a bout of depression.
Some of my best childhood buddies had brothers who were kind enough to lend out their guns to us as we got older. I so wanted one, but just couldn't afford it. (My friend's brother loaned me a Taurus PT-92 and it was the first semi-auto I really shot...and liked) After graduating college I went back to looking to purchase a firearm, and my girlfriend at the time was ok with that. I never bought one, mainly because the sales guy was trying to sell my an H&K uber expensive gun I couldn't afford. (I'll never understand that)
Well, I married my g/f, we settled down, and had a couple of kids. Finally, after some years of working and paying down debt I had some discretionary income. However, my now wife was dead-set against having a firearm in the house with children. September 11th changed my way of thinking, and I realized that I may need a firearm to defend my family. So, just a few short years ago I decided to purchase my first firearm, a Glock 19 9mm. I now own 2 firearms (along with a SA 1911 loaded) and am looking for a third. My wife doesn't know I have them (a story in itself, I suppose) but I thought it better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
Andrew Rothman
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Born and raised a liberal by New York Jews. Shot .22 rifles at camp at about 12 or 13, but never thought much about it.
At 19, took a friend's .22 target pistol to the range, because I'd never fired a handgun. It was fun, but I never though much about it.
As the years went by and my libertarian views solidified, I still never thought much about owning a gun.
Then, a year and a half ago, Minnesota went shall-issue. Suddenly, t made sense to own a gun!
The wife didn't like it -- really, really didn't like it. She said that I wasn't to carry while out with her or the kids.
I showed her, with Snap Caps loaded, how the SmartCarry holster covered the trigger, and how hard it was to pull a 12-lb trigger. She grudgingly admitted that the gun wouldn't "go off" on its own.
Some weeks later, we went to a nice restaurant in a less-than-nice neighborhood. She surprised me by saying, "you better have been carrying."
Of course I was -- I carried all the time. Still do.
She still thinks my life is too safe to need a gun, and won't get one herself, or come with me to the range, but she accepts that I now am, and always will be a gun owner.
(And I think, as time goes by, she'll come around. I just hope she doesn't have to learn the hard way.)
At 19, took a friend's .22 target pistol to the range, because I'd never fired a handgun. It was fun, but I never though much about it.
As the years went by and my libertarian views solidified, I still never thought much about owning a gun.
Then, a year and a half ago, Minnesota went shall-issue. Suddenly, t made sense to own a gun!
The wife didn't like it -- really, really didn't like it. She said that I wasn't to carry while out with her or the kids.
I showed her, with Snap Caps loaded, how the SmartCarry holster covered the trigger, and how hard it was to pull a 12-lb trigger. She grudgingly admitted that the gun wouldn't "go off" on its own.
Some weeks later, we went to a nice restaurant in a less-than-nice neighborhood. She surprised me by saying, "you better have been carrying."
Of course I was -- I carried all the time. Still do.
She still thinks my life is too safe to need a gun, and won't get one herself, or come with me to the range, but she accepts that I now am, and always will be a gun owner.
(And I think, as time goes by, she'll come around. I just hope she doesn't have to learn the hard way.)
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