Best memory...?

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LASur5r

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You know, I had such a great response from you posters and lurkers on one of my threads(Who got you started?) that I'd like to ask all of you what is your best memory of going out with your favorite weapon (whether it was out in the woods or on the range or just being with someone you really really like when you went shooting).
What was your best memory?

What I remember was tramping through the woods with two of my roommates, we were hunting deer with an old Springfield 30-06. Since we were in college this was the best way for us to have venison steaks.
We were in some meadows with the tule fogs in so we could barely see 20-30 feet in front of us. Vapor smoke was coming out of our mouths at every breath, we were cold to the bone, our teeth was chattering, and we were just waiting for the deer to cross the meadow (although if the deer crossed more than 40 feet in front of us, we wouldn't have seen enough to shoot)...and we broke out a thermos of hot soup. That and cold ham and egg sandwiches...Man, it couldn't get better than that.
 
Hunting varmints on a co-worker's farm (~150yds diagonal in the back field). Got there ~10:00am. Set up and sat in a very sunny day, ~72-74°F, slight breeze, Win M70/Leup 6.5-20, on top of a wooden box backed truck for about four hours. Extremely peaceful environment, hardly any flying bugs to ward off. Didn't shoot a thing, got a nice tan, some very peaceful mind resting time, went home very happy.

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- Ron V.
 
The first time I ever took my son out shooting. He was three years old at the time.
The look on his face when he fired my S&W 629
for the first time was a real Kodak moment.
It was a great day and a day well spent ;)
He is now 16 and still my best shooting buddy :)

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Owning my very first real handgun; a 4" S&W
model 57 .41 Magnum.

Regards,
Ala Dan, N.R.A. Life Member
 
Hoooeee! Ain' no way there's just one! After a thousand campfires? There was the Rainy Day buck. The Last Day buck. The Way Over Yonder buck. The offhand shot on a big gobbler at some 100+ yards--and no meat ruined!

Or having over 200 turkey hens flush like quail, flying up a hillside. Just seeing a mountain lion. "Squeaking" a fox up and tapping his nose with my boot toe.

Watching two big bucks fight. Walking along with a bunch of javelinas for 15 minutes or so, and then grabbing a baby to watch the pandemonium.

A one-time triple on doves. One January during the second dove season, getting my ten-bird limits on dove and quail with only one box of shells.

And don't even get me started on the food!

And the campfire tails from the Old Guys--and now I'm an Old Guy with their stories as well as my own.

Lordy, Lordy! It's all good; just some of it's better!

:), Art
 
Go Art! The shots where you just have to put the gun away right after they are taken. Reflecting on your old hunting buddy that crapped out while doing the leaf raking chores and thinking of the firearm that you had used the last time that you were afield with him. There are so many memories and favorites.
 
A fellow gun-clubber (who didn't know me from Adam) handing me a full-auto 1928 Thompson and a flour sack full of .45ACP hardball, and saying, "Go ahead, use it all up." (Caliban will remember this one too!!)

My first pistol match.

Breaking 500 (out of 600) for the first time, just this past Monday.

Hearing a guy at the skeet club, during the Congressional Open shoot, say to my Dad, "That kid of yours really knows how to use that pump gun." Man, you could have tipped me over with a feather.

:)

Later,
Chris

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"TV what do I see, tell me who to believe, what's the use of autonomy when a button does it all??" - Incubus, Idiot Box
 
I'm young, and I've got too many to list also.
Many a camp-fire with my dad and brothers.
Shooting a hen mallard in the head with my BB gun. :D
The time my dad shot a mule deer that the "hank williams jr brothers" chased off the road. They were a couple of road hunters in Idaho that we'd see every year, they had an old bronco that they cut the roof off of the back, and had their ol' ladies driving, they'd stand up and shoot from the back. We heard them roaring up the road and skid to a stop. the deer ran into a clearing we were eating lunch at. Boom. They come running into the clearing, and dad was standing there with a smoking gun. Priceless. :)
The time Me, my dad, and my brother ganged up on a coyote, we all had 10/22's and 25 or 30 shot clips.
The time my dad told the lady game warden that we'd "shot a small buck, but threw 'em back :D"
The time I shot my first deer, running; He was just standing there. I was running down hill :)
My first fox.
My first coyote.
My first 10 guns.
My first double; a dove, me and my brother both shot IT :D
The time my dad got the truck stuck in the snow, and we had to walk out with our guns, later that day, dad told us not to shoot anymore, he was getting tired of carrying dead rabbits :)
The time I shot a carp with my bow.
" the salmon with my .22

I couldn't pick out my favorite memory, or my favorite gun, or my favorite hunting spot. We always have fun, even the days when you get your truck stuck in a blizzard. freeze half to death, have to walk ten miles, and don't shoot anything. Some of the worst times we had are the funniest to look back on....Like the time we flipped are canoe in a swift river, lost my dads .44, my brother almost drowned and got bear mace in his eyes, and I was the only one who didn't have dry clothes, cuz they weren't in a plastic bag :D oh my, good times.
 
A friend bet that I couldn't hit a rabbit with my Dad's worn out Franchi .22 [formerly Full/Auto converted] rifle. It was blowing a gail, range was 60m, and I was on a steep hill looking down- nailed it with one shot.

It was a lucky shot but I didn't tell my friend that :D

I was 17 at the time and I was on a summer holiday "piss trip" working/shooting around the rabbit infested MacKenzie country.
 
I went to the range with my Dad and his Beretta 92-SB. That pistol is truely awsome. Adjustable sights and wood grips... blued. Beautiful gun.

First time I ever shot a pistol was with him at Ed's Gun and Tackle in Marietta. I think the guy next to us knew it was my first time shooting a pistol, so after punching my first target, he leaned around the corner and said, "Hey... nice shooting!" Responsible shooters are about the nicest/ most polite people. Me and Dad shooting at the range... what a great day.

BUT, what fueled me to ask him to go shooting in the first place? I was staying in Albuquerque, NM for the weekend with my girlfriend's parents... she was upstairs, and I was on the couch downstairs, don't worry ;)

Anyways, I looked on the coffee table in front of the television and saw a handgun magazine sitting on it... either her father was sending me a message or else he just didn't think about it. But I became enamored with pistol shooting. That led me to ask my Dad about shooting when I moved back to Georgia.

My interest and knowledge has only grown since.

Ben

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[This message has been edited by Ben (edited October 25, 2000).]
 
The first time my little one pulled a trigger. Killed a rotten apple. Still have the Stinger shell.

My first groundhog ever shot. 10/22 at 50 yds. Stingers. Crack, thud, crack ,thud,etc.

Dad and me peppering the mailbox with my first Daisy. I sure remember that cold, damp day. Birthday 10 or 12 Mom was mad. I can still place the smell.

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"Any world that I'm welcome to.....Is better than the one I come from"
 
Shooting skeet with my ratty lil 12 ga SXS riot gun. Watching shooters with expensive Benellis, Single Bbls, etc. quietly pack up and leave.

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o I raised my hand to eye level, like pointing a finger, and fired. Wild Bill Hickok
 
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