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It dawned on me today that fifty years ago this summer was the first time I shot a real gun. I'd had Dad's old BB gun for a while, but this was different. It was probably July or August of 1968, so I am a little premature, but in the grand scheme of things, close enough. The rifle was Grandpa's Marlin 81DL with a 3/4" Weaver (brighter then than it is now) 6x. My Dad had carried it in his teenage years (late 40s) and while serving as a fire finder at the lookout on Bedford Point, east of Estacada. Later on I remember sitting on the ground with Dad wrapped around me teaching me trigger control. (he had been an NRA instructor). Dang, that buttstock was long!
In 1969 Grandpa died and left Dad that Marlin and a Ruger Standard 22 pistol. The next year I got to shoot that Ruger. To start, Dad loaded one round at a time in the mag. Later, after I'd proven something to him, I was allowed 5 rounds!
When I turned 12 in 1974 Deer season was already underway so I couldn't buy a license and tag to hunt, but Dad let me shoot Grandpa's old 30-30 in preparation of next year when I could hunt with him. Boy! I sure thought that thing kicked!
Since then I have burned a lot of powder through so many guns I would have a hard time listing them all, but if you ever want to know which guns are the most important ones in my safe, just look above.
Grandpa's guns handed down to Dad, then from Dad to me. It's a family tradition that fortunately carries on in most of my family.
Where did you start?
In 1969 Grandpa died and left Dad that Marlin and a Ruger Standard 22 pistol. The next year I got to shoot that Ruger. To start, Dad loaded one round at a time in the mag. Later, after I'd proven something to him, I was allowed 5 rounds!
When I turned 12 in 1974 Deer season was already underway so I couldn't buy a license and tag to hunt, but Dad let me shoot Grandpa's old 30-30 in preparation of next year when I could hunt with him. Boy! I sure thought that thing kicked!
Since then I have burned a lot of powder through so many guns I would have a hard time listing them all, but if you ever want to know which guns are the most important ones in my safe, just look above.
Grandpa's guns handed down to Dad, then from Dad to me. It's a family tradition that fortunately carries on in most of my family.
Where did you start?