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

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I had just bought my first gun, a 2 1/2 .357 S&W and I saw a target over her desk, with holes in it. I asked if she had made those holes, she said yes, asked me if I shot, and I said I needed someone to teach me. She took me to her pistol club, showed me how to shoot on her semi-auto .38, and then I fired some rounds from my .38 rounds from my S&W. Very classy lady.
 
My Daddy started teaching the rules at around 4 with a Red Ryder then to rifles,shotguns and pistols as I progressed in years.Thanks Daddy.
 
I shot my first firearm 44 years ago. I was 8. It was a 28g Americas Best Single Shot Shotgun. I think that gun was built around 1900. I still own it. No way I would shoot it today. Over the next 10-12 years I shot a 22LR (Ruger 10-22) next, 22 Ruger Single Six, 30-06 Winchester (Man I wish I still had that one), and a Ruger 357 Mag Security Six (which I also still own). My dad taught me to shoot the shotgun, 10-22, and the Single Six. I carried forward the skills I learned for the other firearms. However, when the range master speaks I listen!!

Over the years I purchased another Ruger 10-22 and Single Six. I miss that Winchester Model 70 30-06 with the Bushnell scope.
 
MY Dad took me out first. He was a NRA instructor. I taught my kids when they were 4.
I had took lessons and at a range in the basement of the County Court House and at YMCA Camp when I was a wee pup too. Ole single shot rifles. .
 
My Dad was old school european.
He taught me to shoot on a Crossman 2200 Magnum .22cal pellet gun.
I then graduated to his shotgun later on that same summer, I was 12 at the time.
His 12ga. was a Vincenzo Bernardelli single shot which he left to me when he passed away.
He always said if you can't hit it with one shot you won't hit it with 3.
I taught myself to shoot pistols with the help of American Handgunner.
I still don't own a rifle but that will change pretty soon.
 
Learned rifle shooting small bore competitions in college ... back when colleges had rifle teams. Took the Long Range Rifle sequence at Storm Mountain a few years back.
My father-in-law gave me some pointers with the shotgun, but I'm still not very good; very different skill set from my initial rifle training. I ought to find a trainer.
Got started on handguns later, with some informal training from a friend, formalized by Mas Ayoob when he was still with LFI, subsequently refined at InSightsTraining.
 
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My Dad, he was a vet of WW 11 and also raised like sgt. York, hillbilly through and through! I'm an old man now (mid 70s) but still can hear pop's telling me, "make sure of ur shot and whats behind it!" Being a little pup in the war years and living in the mts. of Washington and Canada, I learned very early in life, bullets cost money so dont waste em! Lots of younger people these days never had that life and will never know what creates that smile on older folks faces when talking about growing up poor, but with a wealth of warm feelings with their dads!!
 
GrandMa.

My Dad and my Grandpa were both shooters/ hunters, and Dad bought me my first gun (Marlin mod. 60), but it was Grandma who taught me how to shoot.

That old gal was the best shot I've ever seen in person.
 
My mother was fanatically anti-gun and wouldn't allow my father to have any guns in the house.

I took the basic rifle and pistol classes in college and shot on the rifle team.

I've never had any use for a shotgun except as a self-defense item. I learned to shoot my Ithaca Model 37 Deer Slayer Police Special in the woods and clay pits outside of town when I was in college.
 
I taught myself.
My two brothers had gotten into shooting about 4 years ago, I was always interested in guns all my life but never had the means or knew anyone with them. So when they started buying guns I would look them over but never got a chance to go to the range with them. So I bought my first gun it was a winchester model 67 .22 caliber, it is a single shot bolt action my two brothers always said that thing is old and a pain to shoot, well at 80 yards open sights I was hitting the bullseye 7 outa 10 times. Now I own alot more guns then both of them put together they ask me about guns and ammo now but I am still learning.
 
Had an Uncle who was the original "gun person" in the family years ago. I can recall shooting a snub-nose pistol (probably .38 special) at a tree, on the farm in northeast WI, when I was probably 7.

After that, Uncle past away and my grandfather & I inherited all his guns. Started shooting .22's at pop cans on that same farm with Papa's supervision, but overall, I taught myself to shoot.
 
Rifle: I taught myself around the age of 12 when I started sneaking my Dad's old Winchester .22 out of the basement when nobody was home and taking it out on our acreage and the neighbors'. But though I ammassed a large collection and did a lot of shooting since then, I never truly learned how to SHOOT a rifle until I went to an Appleseed in 2007 at the age of 22.

Pistol: My dad took my friend and I down to the river to shoot his .357 when I was 14 or so.

Shotgun: My grandpa bought a 12 gauge auto, a 20 gauge pump, and a clay pidgeon launcher for him and I to take shooting, when I was about 15. We would take them down to the river and shoot clay. Good times.
 
My dad gave the first lessons with all three guns. We shot a S&W .22 K frame. Various rifles and shotguns. All my uncles and cousins shot together over the years so I picked up things(some good, some not so good :D) from all of them.

So far I haven't shot my eye out or my toe off! Haven't shot any buddies either.

Mark
 
My gramps showed me how to properly shoulder a rifle when i was around 7.( the one and only time i saw him hold a gun(war vet)) rest in peace H.
 
Rifle (rimfire and black powder) was in boy scouts.
Rifle (M-16) USAF
Pistol (M-9) also the USAF
Shotgun, back to the boy scouts
Machine gun, (M-249 & M-2) once again, the good ole USAF.
 
My dad started when I was 4 yo. He was a WWII sniper and small arms instructor, he could still out shoot anyone I have ever known up until he passed.He was very strict with his safety and would not tolerate anyone who didn't abide by the four rules.
 
My dad always kept his 10/22 locked up and never let us even see it. It was my friend and his dad (who owned a gun shop) that started me off. First was a Lakewood bolt .22. Next as a cruel joke Ronnie (my friend) broke out a 300wby. His dad heard that thing go off and saw me laying in the yard and gave Ron a smack upside the head. Then he went and grabbed an on "Johnson Automatics" .257Roberts (built on a 98 action) and a box of rounds. Needless to say I was more than a bit nervous, but I lined up that peep sight and let one off. I fell for that gun right then. They taught me the basics and every time I came over that 257 was there and ammo was always ready.

I moved on and picked up a .243 off of them. A weird 98 with a de-cocking knob on the back. I shot the barrel out of it and stupidly sold it. I went through many rifles but always wanted that .257. The military got me hooked on AR's, and varminting got me into precision bolt guns, but I couldn't walk by a Mauser without looking at it (and sometimes buying it too)

I cam to love five rounds: the 22lr, 45ACP, .223Rem, 7x57, and the 257Roberts. But I never owned on of the last. I dreamed of putting one together, but never did.

It took 20 years before Leroy (Ron's dad) sold off the last of his collection and I went to the auction with just one goal- Bring home the .257. I got into a bidding war with about everyone there and paid way more than what it was worth, but it cam home with me (and put me in the doghouse with the wife). He told me if he knew I still wanted it he would have just sold it to me for about half what I ended up giving, but it was worth it.
 
Got my first "lesson" from my dad. He was an avid squirrel hunter, but never took us boys to hunt. He had several single shot 12GA and one single shot 10GA goose gun. A friend invited me to go squirrel hunting in his pecan orchard when I was 10. So Dad decided I better know how to shoot. He took me out to a local dump site and set up some pieces of cardboard.

He set up the 12GA shotgun, put it on my shoulder and pulled the trigger. When I got up, he let me shoot the next round alone. After about 5 rounds, he declared that I was ready to go hunting.

After that, I learned everything on my own. He was a great old man, but not much of a dad.

I had open access to the guns, but all of the ammo was locked away.
 
Rifle~Dad bought me a BB gun when I was 8. Never said a word edgewise cause mom was chewin him out. My real instruction came from a retired DI at a private range when I took a few lessons from him.

Pistol~On my 11th Birthday dad went in halves with me on a Ruger standard at the ACME outdoor tool shop. Spent all of my spare money on ammo for that gun and a few extra mags. Sat in his sock drawer and pulled double duty as HD. Still have it and will never sell it.

Shotgun~Best friend got me into sporting clays a couple of years ago. He wont let me use his gun anymore since I beat him with it.
 
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