When did you become interested in guns?

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Growing up on the ranch, the six shooters and leveractions were just tools of the trade. I can't ever remember being without a leveraction. Currently I have two leveractions one in .357 mag and the other in .45 colt. I also have two ruger vaqueros with one being in .356 mag and the other in .45 colt. I always liked a good sixgun-lever combo.
 
For me it happend when I was given my first cap gun, and I realized I had the power to annoy others :evil:
 
There were more racecar parts in my house than guns but my dad had a couple .22s. I played War and Cowboys and Indians with my cousins and friends, read everything I could find on WWII. I got my first BB gun when I was 10 I think, a daisy pump. A couple years later my parents gave me a .45 caliber muzzleloader kit to build after I pestered them for a year or two. Then I got a .44 pistol to build. I think I joined the army mostly for the toys, it couldn't have been for the real world job skills having been airborne infantry.
I go through phases with them. It now seems to be my winter hobby. I go to the range or the backyard and run through a couple hundred rounds every week when the bike is forced into storage. I seem to hold onto handguns longer than rifles for some reason. I also seem to be a 1911 fan it's the gun I keep buying over and over. I have three right now and am thinking I need one in .38 Super to round out the collection. I am thinking I need another BP gun one of these days soon to and another AR.
 
Dad's helper

My father gave NRA Hunter safety courses, and used his own guns for display. A few times each fall we would load up the staion wagon with about a dozen rifles and shotguns, boxes of pamphlets and papers, and take them to the town garage where we had the use of a room, and set everything up. Then we got to hang around and load up after he finished. This started about age 8 or so.

And of course, he hunted (and fished) so there was "sighting in" for Dad and his friends before deer season. Always somewhat interested, the bug really hit a little later. Never had a BB gun. Parents wouldn't allow it. Wisely as it turns out, as most all the other kids had BB guns, and often got in trouble with them.

My 14th birthday present was my very own Winchester .22. After that, there was no stopping. At 16 my Dad got me a Winchester Model 12 12 ga. for my birthday, and for deer season he let me use his Remington Model 600 in .308 Win. And then I started handloading.

So here I am 30 some years later, reloading for about 25 different cartidges, with a modest collection of guns to play with, and on the lookout for more!
 
When i started breathing:D


but seriously, about as soon as i could walk i had an interest in guns and shooting
 
It's mostly my mom and her dad's fault.

Summers at my grand dad's ranch were my marksmanship training. Starting with a .22. That also introduced me to my abiding love for all things full auto courtesy of his registered M-2 carbine. Within a week after turning 18 I had bought an M1 Garand. I had fell in love with the Garand ever since handling a rifle rendered inert for use on the AFJROTC drill team. I had no real interest in military pattern semi-automatic rifles until the AWB was being tossed around. But being the poor college student I was at the time, I bought what I could afford and afford to shoot, a SKS-M. I figured if the dork in chief thought I shouldn't have one, that meant I NEEDED one. During the luddite dark age of the 90s I aquired a .30-06 Remington 700BDL, several Mausers, and my grandfather gave me what I always considered the best rifle of his collection, a Holland & Holland double rifle in .375H&H. To celebrate the end of the AWB, I made a point of purchasing new Ruger P-85 magazines that were still marked "For Law Enforcement Use Only", and bought a L1A1 and a ludicrous number of magazines. Again, the reason being that if politicians think I shouldn't have such weapons, that means that I NEED such weapons.
 
My Grandfather who had been in the Navy during WWII always had WWII history books around the house and liked to discuss the War on the strategic scale. I was not really introduced to guns at that young age, 8 or 9, but started to realize what the world was really about and of the great evil that inhabits it.

Our grade school had a reading hour, where we'd choose a book on an American historical figures and read about them. I read about John Paul Jones, Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Stephen Decatur and other notable Americans and started to realize what it took to be a great American and of the contributions they made to our history.

I believe all this learning and information about my country and the role it played in the world led to my interest in firearms which took fruition at about 11 or 12. My step-father was a small business owner and had no interest in guns until I bought the bb guns, same with my mother, then they became aware of them because of me. I could not wait to get my first real firearm, which was a 4" stainless steel Ruger GP100 in .357 at about 20yo in Virginia Beach, VA.

I am of the belief that though humans are part of the animal kingdom, we are rather fragile compared to most animals which are born with their defensive attributes such as claws, fangs, talons, beaks, great hearing, great smell, winter coats and such. We, however, are left with our intelligence which led to the most effective defensive device of all time, the firearm.

As animals are born with their weapons, we've had to create ours and it is the gun. I have no regrets having one at all times and have no desire to use it unless the situation requires it. But to be denied it's possession is to be "declawed/defanged" and that I will not tolerate, we become caged animals (slaves) at that point.
 
Started looking at gun advertisements and catalogs when I was 9 or 10. Had to use my dad's typewriter 'cause my penmanship wouldn't have gotten a reply. Was given my first gun, a saturday night special (Red Cloud .32 rimfire), by a lady we were staying over night with in Claremore Oklahoma. Dad gave me a Mossberg .22 bolt action with a magazine when I was 12. Don't recall ever not having or wanting guns. Had an Uncle Bob who was a Dr. in Bartlett Tx. and he had lots of guns and always let me play with them. He was laid back and wasn't concerned that I'd harm them. He also let me dig up Indian Arrowheads on an Indian mound on his farm. Those were really great times for a kid. I'm 77 and still love to handle, shoot and mess with them and have a lot more time to do it now. Just got a S&W 908 9mm a couple of weeks ago and really like it but haven't had time to go to the range yet.
 
I guess I'm the only late bloomer here. Shot my first gun at 16 (Sig P226), and didn't get back into guns until I'm 30. However, between 16 and 30 I was mainly abroad in Europe, North Africa, and Southeast Asia, so gun ownership was not always possible.
 
I have had them since grade school. I didn't think about them much since I always had them. It was not until I was actually in a shooting that I got serious. That is why sometimes *my fault* I am bothered when some call it a hobby.
 
April 19, 1993

I'd bought a shotgun when I was younger and it sit in a closet and mostly rusted.
Served in the military, they don't let the Air Force have guns unless you're MPs or Air Base Ground Defense or have a need. Got out and was mostly a geek who repaired anything electronic. My attitude towards gun ownership was always pro-gun but my attitude toward owning and using them myself and promoting gun rights was kindled to incandescence on on that date.

I'm not interested in continuing the debate, just posting this as a recollection.
 
When I was 8 or 9.

My friends had BB guns, and I wanted one.

I got one at 10.

Shot my first bird shortly thereafter.

Upon seeing it dead, I was down.

My friend Rick said, "Don't worry, you'll get used to death."

He was right.
 
I was 53 when I became interested. I had a bad experience growing up but watching the CERT team at work, I decided I wanted to try it again. Bought a .357 and haven't looked back since.
 
Started out with cap guns, maybe kindergarten. Red Ryder BB gun in 3rd grade. Grandfather gave me a Remingtion 512 in 1948 when I was 12, still have iit and it looks near new. Saved quarters and bought a S&W K-22 for 60 dollars in 1950. Since then have acquired an average of 2 additional firearms of various types per year. I'm now 70, out of storage space and see a few more I "need" to get. Not quite as addicted to this sport/hobby as my wife is to shoes.
 
After reading this thread more carefully than I did before I posted last night (and it IS an interesting thread), I'll have to revise my age of first interest.

Last night, I interpretted the question as interest in guns that shoot real projectiles. (E.g., BB's).

My first interest in "guns", though, was much earlier. I had toy guns by around age 5 or 6, maybe?

The only thing I got consistently interested in earlier was girls. ;)
 
one cool thing i've noticed throughout everyones posts and it wasn't even my actual intention when i started this thread is notice the difference in people's experiences based on where the people grew up or the era they grew up in. like people who grew up on ranch's became interested in lever action rifles and six shooters or people who stated that they were really interested in cap guns as a little kid. i'm only 20 and cap guns were kind of on their way out when i was growing up. i never really had any cool cap guns. too bad too. these are just a few examples of things i've noticed.
 
When i was little my dad made me a rubber band gun, a pistol and a rifle.:D My favorite thing was setting up my army men (little non-movable ones)on the bases and shooting them with my gun. Also we had a small train for the Xmas tree. I would load them up on the train and shoot them as they came by.

That was my first gun:neener:


Oh age i dont know 5ish
 
My dad was a 20 year Navy man. When he retired, 1965, we moved back to his home town, and he bought me a BB gun. I was 9 then. a year later he bought me a 410. It seemed like that from that point on, I added one rifle a year until I was 17, then I bought myself my first of many pistols. I was also taught way back at age 9 on how to conduct myself with a firearm.
 
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gun, wandering around the woods...I loved watching the water fly up when I shot at floating sticks. To this day, I long for safe ranges to hit water with high calibers :) :) :)

Just walking with a rifle, .22 still the best. Things have changed though, moved up in power I suppose, got to operate army weapons. . . those were cool too.

I remember the feeling of trust my grandpa had in me when he'd let me go shoot by myself. That was years after our first shots together. Both had nice collections, I was taught safety and ammo/rifle combo always within easy reach, no problems, ever.

I will never forget when someone gave a shotgun and I thought it was a .22
HA!
Knocked me down, I didnt like it at the time, probably cried, dont remember that part :eek:

Go somewhere that a kid can shoot and feel the freedom, he'll never be brainwashed by the socialists who want to control the world.

I have really enjoyed being an adult, with a job, who can afford to get some things the 'little boy' inside always wanted. Continuing the art of shooting is one of the finest of 'martial arts'.
 
I don't know exactly when it was when I became interested. Dad is a hunter, all of my half brothers are hunters, but I never picked up on that. I'm the first in the family to not be raised on a farm, so that might have something to do with it. I had cap guns, squirt guns, and occasionally grabbed dad's crossman pellet gun from the coat closet to shoot at the shed in our back yard but was not fanatical. When I got into my teens, i would occasionally page through gun magazines to kill time while out with friends at the mall or something.

Then came 2003... I got laid off so I had a lot of free time on my hands. Went with my old man up to the hunting shack to help him prep the deer stands. A buddy of his was up there and had a large frame Taurus .357. Dad and I got 6 shots each with it. I was all over the target on the few that actually did hit while dad had a nice group going. It was at that precise moment that I decided that once I got a job again and got back on my feet, I was getting a gun. I ended up buying my first gun, a Glock 34, from the guy who owns that Taurus. He is also the guy who gave me my reloading set up and taught me how to use it. I'm up to 6 now, with the newest addition that came home with me last weekend, and I have a full blown case of "acquisition-itis".
 
I grew up in the city known as Moscow on the Charles in MA. 4th grade read a book in the class library about trapping and hunting. My folks were from ME escaping the welfare of the time by moving to factory sweat shops. The stories of Rural life affected me heavily.

My first gun was a Winchester SS 22lr at 11 rs of age. Thats when I joined the Gun Culture (proud to be a member) I used it every weekend in NH at our cottage which was a converted city bus. The country blood won in 1980's

I returned to rural living Commuted to the city for work as a firefighter/investigator, retired and will never return to the City!.
 
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