Moments in Your Life as a Gun Owner/Enthusiast You're Most Proud of.

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What are some things that you have done as a gun owner that you felt proud of. It could be a ridiculously long shot, an impossible feat, a new record, anything really.

For me, it's the second time I got to shoot a friends P30L, I realized in hindsight that I hadn't blinked at the gunshots whatsoever, which is something that I thought was pretty good for my second time out shooting.

So, what are your achievements in the life of a gun owner that made you beam a little?
 
One incident comes to mind, no big deal really.
I was at an indoor range getting to know my then new Kimber. I was feeling good about my grouping when during a break the guy next to me complimented me on my shooting and asked if I was ex-military. I'm not as they wouldn't take me for health reasons but was very flattered.
That Kimber allways makes me look good.
 
I have introduced several people to shooting - friends of my daughters during their college years, and friends of my own that I have helped and encouraged.

As far as bragging-type things go, I have a 100% record trap shooting with a handgun. Tried it on a lark once when I was a kid, with a .22LR revolver I had at the time. Hit one clay and haven't tried again in the 35 or so years since, because I don't want to spoil my record. :D
 
Learning (from the cops) that I was the third person in a week to draw on the drug dealer that moved into the vacant house down the street.

Drug dealer left neighborhood 2 days later.

I call that a win.
 
I would have to say my most proud moment for me was about 9yrs old. Me and my dad were our rabbit hunting we were road hunting in moms 76pontiac bonneville. It was cold with about 4inches of snow on the ground. it was getting late and the sun was prob 25 min from going down and we were headed home after bagging about 30 or so rabbits this was one of our main food supplies back then. anyway about 150yards out into this field near some fallen trees i thought i spotted a rabbit. dad said he wasnt sure it was one but to go ahead and take a shot if i wanted. he gave me his gun the 87a have now because was more accurate then mine. i lined up the shot and bam nothing happened he said see told you not a rabbit. I asked for one more shot he said ok but aim about 2inches high this time. so i lined it up again pulled trigger and bam. rabbit jumped once and laid down. got out of car ran and got him threw him in trunk of car and dad just looked at me and told me that was one fine shot. later that wk i heard him telling his friends about that shot and that made me prouder then i can even express because my dad was bragging on me and telling them he was proud of me
 
Took two young French men to the shooting range to let them shoot a few guns.

The most important one was an M1 Garand. The rifle that recovered France.

(they didn't like the kick)
 
The first day my parents let me take the 22 rifle out by myself to go rabbit hunting when I got home my dad asked how many rabbits I shot. I said "One." He asked how many shells I had used. I said "Two." He said "You shot 2 shells and only got 1 rabbit?" The next day I went out again. When I got back he asked "How many shells did you use?" I said "One". He asked "How many rabbits did you get?" I said "Two." and held them up for him to see. He never gave me a hard time about my shooting again. He was only joking with me about wasting ammo, but he never questioned me about it again. He couldn't hit a barn from the inside. He wasn't a gun enthusiast. I got the two rabbits with one shot by accident. They were side by side and I only saw one. The bullet went through the one I saw and got the one beside it too. Couldn't have done it if I was trying to.

Another proud moment was when my brother-in-law yelled "Shoot It."(a running rabbit @ about 40-50 yards). I raised my 3" Charter Arms Pathfinder 22lr and put a bullet in one ear and out other ear (of the rabbit not the bro-in-law). He said "Wow. You got it." I said "You said shoot it." as cool as I could. Again, pure luck.
 
Supplying a woman or young shooter a .22 Pistol or revolver and some ammo to save them from being overgunned by dad/boyfriend/hubby and having them say they had a good time at the range. When they were obviously not having fun with the Gen V loudenboomer hardkicker.
 
My seven year old grandson lost his dad, my son, to illness earlier this year. I had been keeping son's rifle, a little Savage single shot, for him. A few weeks ago I took grandson to the range and helped him learn how to shoot dad's gun. He knows it will be his when he is old enough to have it where he lives.
 
Receiving a complement on my rapid fire grouping from a United States Olympic team Bulls eye shooter; he's not a person who's snobby nor does he often give complements. He said "done shooting already? I guess that's what happens when you put them all through the same hole" in reference to my target.
 
Destroying the Million Mom March gun control organization in 2002 with a single public records request.

Yeah. Seriously. The Brady mob bought the name up but the core org was (and remains) dead.
 
Watching my 8 year old daughter at the range pop a bullseye with a .22 rifle the first time she shot and yell "nailed it!" and have half the line start clapping.

Watching the same daughter, at 11, destroy a pumpkin post Halloween with a Beretta 92. :D

Watching the wife empty a a full auto Thompson on some metal pings that needed to pay. :D:D:D:D:D
 
I have two sons, neither of which really care to hunt much, but boy, did my youngest daughter make up for it! I'll never forget taking her deer hunting when she was 14 - her first year hunting here in Utah - (she's 19 now), and close to dusk on opening day we saw a 4 point buck on a side hill not far from the road. Her calmness and practice paid off, and she bagged it! When we went up to see it, I'll never forget what she said to me. She said "it's going to take a long time to wipe the smile off my face." Mine too. That was a proud Dad moment. Two years later, she followed up with a forked horn buck, pretty much in the same general area. I have had many good moments hunting, but this one ranks right up there with the best. Good times and good memories.
 
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Changing my wife from someone who was on the fence about guns to someone who is very pro gun and even owns her own firearms now.

Explaining to the poor girl working at Walmart that the boxes of ammunition will NOT blow up like Nytro in the old west.
 
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