You Learned To Shoot Because...

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...dad would let us plink tin-cans, and it was a rush to hear the bang and see the effects on the tin cans we shot in the gravel pit up at the cabin. Later, shooting took on much more depth for me, but it all started there.
 
"We didn't have 911, we did keep guns handy and learned to use them. I was raised this way."

Nor did we per se. I grew up on my grandparents ranch which was 20 miles out of town and another 5 miles down a gravel road. Even if you called the Sheriffs Dept. it could take them 1 to 2 hours to get out there. I remember keeping a 410. for the occaisonal grouse, and an old 30. carbine for the coyotes and wild dogs on the tractor and later on the seat of the old farm truck.

The property was surround by BLM land and there was alot of pot growers around S. Oregon in those days, and I suspect there still is. They pretty much kept to themselves but you never knew when you were gonna run into a crazy. So gramps always made me lug a 30-30 or the 30. carbine whenever I ventured into the hills.

Ah those were the days...
 
i learned to shoot handguns because i grew up in a town south of a large indian reservation and because of that we have a heavy drug traffic through the town. Not wanting to be an easy target for the gangers i picked up a gun when i turned 18 (the legal carry age then) and began to learn the trade. i still carry every day and am still learning.


i learned to shoot rifle at age 7, a .22 rifle, and became the fear of the local varmit population. shotgun came later.
 
I had plinked a bit as a kid, but didn't do anything more than that until hired by TCSD.So excluding the childhood plinking, I guess you could say that it was a job requirement.
 
the pigeons in the barn were crapping all over dads convertable- my father bought me a bb gun and taught me to use it and learn responsability at the same time.got an marlin lever 22 shortly thereafter to go on family squirrel hunts.been hooked ever since.i still have and enjoy that ol 22.
 
My Dad gave me my first firearm at the age of 18. This before Clinton decided those from 18 to 21 ded not need handguns for self-defense. It was a S&W 38 special snub nose. He knew I would be driving 25 miles to and from college and probably staying away from home. So he made sure his daughter could protect herself. I even kept in in the dorm room at college. At times, especially when I went to the big city to Medical School I carried it in my purse at nightime and early morning hours when walking from the hospital to the dorm. Never had to use it but there was 2 times when I though I might have too. I'm really mad that my 18 year old neice can not carry. I wonder if someone could bring a lawsuit challenging the age restriction. She is not happy. She is at college and works late at night at a Pizza Joint and I worry about her. She asked me about getting her conceled permit and I had to tell her the government just did not trust her to carry. She is not happy about it.
 
...it was what the men of my family did, and still do.

Dad and all my uncles were trained in the military, 2 of my uncles were lifers in the Corps (1 stayed 20 yrs, the other 30) and served in SEA, 2 of my uncles served in WWII, 2 in Korea, another 2 were Police Officers...

Whenever they all got together either as a group or just as brothers (or BIL) they always had something (usually rifles) to haul out to one of my uncles farm or to the quarry.

My Uncle Jesse came home from the Pacific and gave his kid brother an Arisaka... its now mine. My Uncle Howard came home from Europe and gave his wifes kid brother a Luger, the first handgun I ever shot. Dad still has that one. I can wait for that one.

Dad was a machinist mate (the only Navy man) who tinkered with fixin all his brothers guns, he eventually became a pretty competant smith.

I can't imagine not shooting. Or introducing others to the sport. Other than my sisters, everyone I know who tried it, loved it.

I learned a lot of World/American history from firearms because of my Dad.

I blame him.

Thanks Dad. :)

I've got a cousin in the Missouri State Troopers. His shooting skill has saved his life. With me its just fun. And Responsibility. And History.

Adios
 
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