On this Father's Day I was curious if anyone had a funny or serious firearm related story involving their father? I'll start:
With my 14th Birthday rapidly approaching, instead of always borrowing one of his, I asked my Dad for my own shotgun to hunt with. My Dad was a gun guy so I didn't really tell him a particular model or anything and figured he would know what was best. On the morning of my Birthday, I was giddy with excitement, wondering what he had gotten me.
I walked into the kitchen expecting a new shotgun to be laying on the table, or perhaps a box in the corner. I was bummed when there wasn't anything at all. After a half hour of watching me mope around Dad finally said go pick one out, as in pick one out of his collection. I had been reading all of my Dad's gun magazines and watched what he bought at the gun shows so naturally I picked out one of his Winchester Model 12's.
Upon see me walk back into the kitchen with one of his Model 12's, he quickly said, "No, you don't want that one", took the Model 12 and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me really bummed. Dad soon walked back in with a used Remington 870 and told me that, "this is what I wanted". I got to be a decent shot with that 870 and I still have it, and now the Model 12 as well.
I still smile when I think of that day and how happy I was when he handed me my first gun. I imagine what was even funnier was watching a gangly, skinny teenager walking thru the cornfields with an 870 that had a 30 inch, full choke barrel!
With my 14th Birthday rapidly approaching, instead of always borrowing one of his, I asked my Dad for my own shotgun to hunt with. My Dad was a gun guy so I didn't really tell him a particular model or anything and figured he would know what was best. On the morning of my Birthday, I was giddy with excitement, wondering what he had gotten me.
I walked into the kitchen expecting a new shotgun to be laying on the table, or perhaps a box in the corner. I was bummed when there wasn't anything at all. After a half hour of watching me mope around Dad finally said go pick one out, as in pick one out of his collection. I had been reading all of my Dad's gun magazines and watched what he bought at the gun shows so naturally I picked out one of his Winchester Model 12's.
Upon see me walk back into the kitchen with one of his Model 12's, he quickly said, "No, you don't want that one", took the Model 12 and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me really bummed. Dad soon walked back in with a used Remington 870 and told me that, "this is what I wanted". I got to be a decent shot with that 870 and I still have it, and now the Model 12 as well.
I still smile when I think of that day and how happy I was when he handed me my first gun. I imagine what was even funnier was watching a gangly, skinny teenager walking thru the cornfields with an 870 that had a 30 inch, full choke barrel!