Who taught you to shoot your first Rifle,Pistol,Shotgun?

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Dad, my uncle was the first I hunted with, I was about 6 or 7 and loved the way his .270 Remington Mod. 721 never seemed to miss a chuck. I found out later he was a handloader when we inherited his rifle 1960. He died too young at 44 because of heart disease.

That was the first firearm I ever loaded for. I continued using it on chucks, it was the only rifle I had, darn good deer rifle to.

This same uncle also had a pistol .22 High Standard 9 shot revolver which is the first one I ever shot which I still have. His shotgun was a Fox side by side 12 which I also inherited.
 
For a shotgun it was my dad. He got me a Savage 20g SXS and took me out with a clay thrower when I was 12.

For a rifle it was my grandfather. My dad wasn't a big game hunter, but my grandfather was an avid deer and antelope hunter so he taught me to shoot a .22 and then a .243 before my first deer hunt when I was in high school.

For a pistol -- it was Uncle Sam. The Navy took us officers out for a pistol qual with some old reconditioned 1911s. Those things were really loose and rattley, but I still managed to get my Sharpshooter badge on my first try. That was pretty cool -- I imagined that there was a good chance that my pistol was sidearm for an officer in WWII or Korea at one time.
 
My Dad never fired a shot that I can remember. He had a .410 S X S and I, we (siblings) would sneak it out the basement window and go shoot & hunt.
Then we started buying anything $5.00 range available at the A-N surplus.
Uncle Sam taught me to shoot rifle in '71 and I was so messed up with bad habits I was almost re-cycled.
I had never fired a handgun and one of the few times I ever listened to anyone was then and fired Expert.
 
My Dad taught me to shoot Pistol/Rifle/and shotgun. Guess I was around 12.

We didn't have targets, so a lot of cans got shot up. One of my favorites was green walnuts balanced on dowel rods. We also had a county dump near where we lived and I remember going there and having a real life, "rat killing."

I lost Dad about a year ago. One of his guns that I now have, is his old High Standard Double Nine .22 pistol. It was the first handgun I ever shot. Some memories are bitter-sweet.
 
Rifle: shot a 22LR once or twice with my dad, but wasn't taught much besides hold it like so, here's the trigger, shoot that way. The only actual shooting instruction I've had was at work and at the Appleseed I went to.

Pistol: I'd never even handled a pistol until the Army

Shotgun: never handled one until the Army, still don't own one
 
My grandfather and my father were big hunters back in the day. All my friends had toy guns, I was shooting the real thing since the age of 7.

My father was a shooting instructor in the navy, so you know who taught me to shoot. {rifle}
I'm a self taught pistol shooter. Learned a lot from reading and doing and doing and doing........
 
I was never even around when a gun was fired until I got to basic. The Army taught me to shoot with both an M16 and an M9. Our drill sergeants were very marksmanship focused. We spent HOURS on it.

"Pop up Privates" was actually a relatively pleasant part of our day. Our DS got some Ivan targets and had privates lay under them holding the targets upper body over their upper body. That would give us our own practice range to memorize the firing table and get comfortable sighting in at different distances. We also had to memorize the aiming point for each distance.

So people would be driving or walking past and hear us yelling " BASE, BASE, BALLS, CENTER MASS, CHEST" while the privates under the targets are popping them up when their distance got called. Caused a lot of double takes.
 
Shotguns - My Dad and his hunting buddies that were duck & dove hunters that were heavy into reloading. Pump shotguns were the only firearms he owned. We had three Winchester Model 12s, one Ithaca 37, and one Remington Wingmaster.

Rifles - Boy Scout Summer Camp with a .22 bolt action Marlin with iron sights.

Handguns - Picked up on my own as an adult.
 
Revolver/Semi Auto Pistol - Dad and later "enhanced" by Range Officer who taught SWAT/PD/SD and several seasoned match shooters

Rifle - US Army

Shotgun - 3-gun shooters who shot their shotguns as fast as I shot my pistol.
 
Primary Marksmanship Instructor Staff Sergeant Lindsey, Marine Recruit Depot Parris Island, August 1970. I'll never forget him.
 
Thye question alone brought back some memories and voices from the past. My uncle and cousins pretty well taught me the basics of "shooting" rofle & shotgun. I thought I was a pretty fair shot until I got stationed at Lackland AFB in San Antone, Tex which is the home of the AF Marksmanship school. I got a part time job at the rod & gun club and this is where I learned marksmanship Vs shooting. I hooked up with several Camp Perry perenial shooters who hung around the club after thier practice sessions and a few of them took me under thier wings. It's too long to relate the skills of marksmanship they taught me in both shotgun (skeet & trap), bench rest and all rifle positions. One in particular was Leslie (Tank) Young who went the extra mile and got me into reloading. A patient but demading mentor. To this day, while on the range, I can hear their tutoring echoing in my mind. I have endeavored, over the years, to use thier instructor tecniques to work with novice shooters and youngsters. Hopefully, some of the knowledge I passed on will stick in thier minds as my preceptors procedures have endured in mine.
 
about 10 years ago, A family friend whos hunting lease i went out to for my first hunt when i was in fifth grade. Around lunchtime, a couple hours before hunting time, we walked from the cabin to a oak hammock. We set a couple soda cans out about 25 yards. The first rifle i ever fired was mr mcgills old winchester m-94 22 magnum. After that my dad let me try out his scoped 10/22. Then we moved to the big gun. My grandmas old savage .410 break action with slugs. About 4 hours later, a doe walked out in front of me and my dads tree stand about 80 yards away. My dad said "you think you can make that shot?" I said yeah ill shoot it, you dont shoot, i got it" as i cocked the super heavy hammer on the .410. I aligned the bead and squeezed the trigger.......boom...BOOOOOM....the doe was down. I said to my dad, whyd you shoot???. I dont remember his answer but I still claimed the kill. We throw the doe up on the swamp buggy and headed back to camp. When we hung the deer and skinned it out, wouldnt you know there was 2 holes, a .410 hole and a .270 hole, not 2 inches apart in the rib cage...guess my dad didnt need to shoot. lol
 
My uncle he gave my first BB gun with my initials engraved on the stock (still have it) at 6 or 7. He put a tomato can 15 yards on a stick, starting and talking aobut arms, sights, breathing. Some days later his wife brought his 1911, and toyed with a luger bring back the fascination for mechanisms and engineering started there. My father never had a gun at home, but allow me to have my rifles & ammo on my room since I was 10. Mostly I shot rifles during my life, but wheelguns and auto (IPSC) any cal. are my today fun at range
 
My daddy and uncle taught me everything they knew about guns. First was a remington model 11 16ga. And I still have it and the winchester 190 22 that I have passed down to my son. First centerfire was a 336 in 35 rem that I killed my first deer with. Ive also passed it down to my son. We had a good time making iit into a scout carbine together.
 
The very first time I fired a gun, it was my husband's .40 caliber Walther P99. I had had a .38 Taurus previously, but never fired it in the 10 years I had it. The P99 was too much for me, even with my husband holding my hands... I like my .22 magnum much better, but I look forward to shooting the P99 sometime in the future.
 
My Dad taught me. Army. Cajun. Guts made of steel and concrete.
Miss you Pop.
RIP
 
I sort of tought myself to shoot a rifle. Nobody tought me how to use a handgun or a shotgun. On the two occasions I shot a shotgun all they tought me was how to pocket the shotgun properly so I didn't have a wicked bruise on my shoulder.

On the other hand I'm proud to say that while at boy scout camp I earned rifle shooting merit badge with a broken right hand (I shoot right handed). From a bench I got five 5 shot groups under a quarter & five 5 shot groups touching a quarter with a Marlin bolt gun that was cleaned maybe once a week.

On the second occasion I shot a shotgun I nailed 13 out of 15 clays.
And I can empty a Glock 22 into a torso sized target at 15 feet.
 
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