Just thought I’d be creative I like hearing people’s stories! Some people got into firearms through a relative or maybe because you saw an action movie and thought they were cool. What was your introduction to firearms? I started getting into them with FPS Russia in my early teens. Now my days are filled with Colion Noir, Hickon45, TFB TV lol
My Grandpa took me sometime around age 4. I remember feeling the kick of that old single shot bolt action .22 and thinking that was so hard. My grandpa had taken me to a range and frankly, he had a device that anchored it to a piece of plywood like an old ship's deck gun and it just had a few degrees of movement. My diminutively sized self could not have pointed it in an unsafe direction if I tried. But it was the highlight of my every summer. My dad was a non gun owning guy, kind of a hippie Anti, at the time, who really was not too fond of guns at the time. But I wore him down by age 12. He got me my 10/22, closely followed by an SKS, (I actually took possession of the SKS first) which started a love of old Military weapons. Over time, we bought him a gun, which since went on a long journey and ended up back with me very recently. Given its arduous journey, it is not currently safe to fire, and when dad comes by I am going to replace it for him with a S&W model 10 I have. He likes old weapons from the civil war now. I believe he might have an original Springfield from the Civil war. I showed him the single shot Henry with suppressor I bought from Reno and he loves that thing. We went shooting and he went through 150 rounds of 357 one afternoon at tricounties.
Me, I love history. I own swords, guns, and other weapons from a long extent of human history. I have a few arrowheads from the Greeks, a very poor condition pilum head from Rome. and a bunch of swords from 18th and 19th century Europe.
I love picking up a gun from 1914 and wondering where it spent the war. I love shooting said weapons more. Despite the fire and noise, shooting is my zen. As a neurological condition works to cripple me, going out to the range is one of the pleasures I still enjoy, and on special, special occasions I pull out my Grandpa's '72 hipower and I could swear I hear him in my ear, "now son, squeeze the trigger, like you are squeezing a lemon." I never quite figured out the lemon part, but I am a passable shot these days. To me, holding an old gun is a bit like time traveling. Most of mine are well cared for and most things from those days are rust, dust or dead, but most of my WWI guns are ready for duty, well oiled and cared for.
Anyway, that's my overly long post of the night.
And guns have saved my hide a few times.