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I went to my parents house for Thanksgiving.
On Thanksgiving we chased winter steelhead (I hooked one, my dad landed two).
This morning I took my Dad shooting. Now, my dad and I haven't shot together since he first handed me his .22 from when he was a kid and taught me firearms safety. My dad doesn't shoot at all and probably only shot when he did to bring rabbits home and because he is a veteran. I wanted to make sure he had fun shooting, so I brought along the fun guns:
cosmetically stock-looking Ruger 10/22
Savage tack-driving and paintball exploding .17 HMR
Ruger P94
Model 65 .357
and my new to me H&R 926 .22 revolver
We were rushed for time, but he had a blast shooting the little .17 and watching the paintballs pop. I couldn't hardly get a turn. I then set him loose with my .357 and a row of five filled milk jugs. He kept wanting to hand the gun back because he thought the ammo was expensive. When I told him that I reloaded, he took a RCBS plast box of 50 and walked off to the firing line!
For some reason I handed him the 10/22 towards the end of our time. He loved it! He said it reminded him of the M1 carbine trainers he shot in boot camp.
On the ride back he said we would have to go again soon. I can't wait for Christmas break so we can go again.
On Thanksgiving we chased winter steelhead (I hooked one, my dad landed two).
This morning I took my Dad shooting. Now, my dad and I haven't shot together since he first handed me his .22 from when he was a kid and taught me firearms safety. My dad doesn't shoot at all and probably only shot when he did to bring rabbits home and because he is a veteran. I wanted to make sure he had fun shooting, so I brought along the fun guns:
cosmetically stock-looking Ruger 10/22
Savage tack-driving and paintball exploding .17 HMR
Ruger P94
Model 65 .357
and my new to me H&R 926 .22 revolver
We were rushed for time, but he had a blast shooting the little .17 and watching the paintballs pop. I couldn't hardly get a turn. I then set him loose with my .357 and a row of five filled milk jugs. He kept wanting to hand the gun back because he thought the ammo was expensive. When I told him that I reloaded, he took a RCBS plast box of 50 and walked off to the firing line!
For some reason I handed him the 10/22 towards the end of our time. He loved it! He said it reminded him of the M1 carbine trainers he shot in boot camp.
On the ride back he said we would have to go again soon. I can't wait for Christmas break so we can go again.