It was my dad's Marlin Model 60. The one with the squirrel in the stock. I still have that gun and shot it last weekend. It's probably had tens of thousands of rounds through it. And still shoots without any problems. But it looks new on the outside. He was an excellent shot. Army marksman. I remember being a kid and being amazed at what he could do with that little rifle. I still am. I'll never sell that rifle. Going to either one of my kids or a grandson eventually.
Good memories are rare for me, but this is one of them.
When I was 15 living in Chicago there was a program where kids (boys) could go to Great Lakes for a few days and live like a Marine. While there they set up a BAR and we each got to fire off a few rounds. Quite impressive for a 15 year old.
I had been around guns most of my early life, my step father was something of a collector/ trader. One day when I was about 16 I came home for lunch and found a racoon in the back yard trying to get into a rabbit hutch.
I went to my step fathers room and picked up a loaded 38 special he kept on the dresser and dispatched the coon to that great garbage dump in the sky.
Got my a** chewed good that nite but 1 shot one kill.
Nearly 57 years ago (I just turned 60) it was a bolt action .22 that my Dad and uncle would let me shoot a few times while they were shooting their .22 custom tack drivers with large scopes at targets on the gravel piles of a stone quarry located north of Bluffton. One of them would load a shell and help hold it steady while I got the thrill of pulling the trigger. Oh, to be that young once again when firing a .22 would get me all excited.
Remington 1100 .12 gage baby! Step-dad took me out to a junk yard one night and we shot up some cars...whooot! I remember at night seeing that thing go off and a huge blast of fire out the end. I'll always remember that.
22 LR J.C. Higgins single shot ,my dads favorite rifle ,it had a cracked stock but he used for racoon hunting cause it was light.My mom had a stock made by a local woodworker (his first attempt ) to replace the cracked one & it still remains in the family.I ask my brother to get it out once a year to clean & oil & I can still smell my dads Electric Shave on it.
red rider bb gun baby! but the first "real" gun would definately be a 12 ga single shot when i thought i was "big" enough. im sure you can all figure out how that turned out
I'm new here and was browsing through a bunch of posts, so I gotta revive this one.
First gun I shot I still have. My dad bought it for me when I was 15. I was a bit older, but I didn't really spend a lot of time with my dad till then.
Ruger 96/22.
Of course, I've done some upgrades since. It didn't have a scope or the hi-cap mag back then. This thing is a great little plinker and I'll keep it forever!