A Ruger .22, dunno if it was a MkII or MkI. I was 8 or 9 at the time, and could barely work the action. Not fully understanding how it worked, I put my thumb up against the back of the bolt before firing once. Once.
It was Mom's High Standard Sentinel in .22 lr...nice lil' gun, but would BARELY keep 'em all on a dinner plate at 25 yards...my shooting instantly improved about 200% when I got my four-inch Model 19....mikey357
The first handgun I ever shot was a Smith M19 loaded with .38 Spl., a game warden's gun.
First handgun I ever owned was a Walther PP Sport, a target grade .22LR P-38 lookalike.
High Standard Double Nine, belonged to my Dad. First shot it over 40 years ago. It's the first one my son shot, hopefully the first one my grandkids shoot too.
Several years later, the 2nd was a S&W Model 29 .44 mag with some long barrel. Maybe 7.5 inches? It was my uncle's. My dad was worrying about me shooting it. Uncle said "Naaah. He'll be fine." I was.
An old 22 revolver. My grandmother would do trick shots with it and slept with it by the bed when my grandfather would pull a night shift 40-50 years ago. I don’t even know what brand it was.
Interesting topic and it got me to thinking. Which got me worried.
I honestly can't remember the first hangun I ever fired.
Come to think of it I do remember that I got to go shooting just last Sunday and I do remember which handguns I took but I don't even remember which handgun I shot last.
I hope this isn't a sign of things to come the thought of not remembering what handguns I own is really scarry!
My father's old 1908 32 automatic colt- hamerless. I still have it in the vault, one of my prized pocessions, not for it's monetary value, but for it's senitimental value.
My first revolver and first autoloader I've shot were both used in suicides and both manufactured by Colt.
The first handgun was a .38 Colt Detective Special that my father later sold. All I know is that it was used by a young woman to end her life.
The first autoloader was my great-grandfather's Colt .45 made in 1918, which my father won't ever sell. It's sad that he ended his life, but I'm glad my father has a historical piece and such a beautiful gun. By age 10, I could field strip it and put it back together.
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