Reminiscing. Anyone remember more?

Status
Not open for further replies.
When CCI first came out with their .22 mags. Was the hot new shell. Everyone had to run over to western auto and buy a box. At $.75 cents per box of 50, boy were they expensive.

Leaving my gun at the principals office so I could do some hunting on the way home.

Tyring to save my penny's so I could go down to the local store (combination grocery hardware, they had everything) to purchase my next box of shot gun shells.

Purchasing my first 22 pistol (ruger single six) at the hardware store. Was 16, no questions asked, no paper work.

Half the pickups parked at the highschool had deer rifles or shotguns on racks in the windows during hunting season.

The county dump was also the local shooting range.

Last and most important... anti-gunners were considered weirdo's and cowards.



------------------
Richard

The debate is not about guns,
but rather who has the ultimate power to rule,
the People or Government.
RKBA!
 
You guys are *really* depressing. :(

------------------
"If your determination is fixed, I do not counsel you to despair. Few things are impossible to diligence and skill. Great works are performed not by strength, but perseverance."
-- Samuel Johnson
 
I remember being able to go down to Gibsons, or Zayre, or Rich's.., pretty much any department store, and being able to drool over all the long guns, and handguns, and knives

And being able to walk up the hill, through our subdivision, with a rifle or shotgun over my shoulder, and no one calling the cops.., and being able to spend hours, each day, plinking and dreaming, building A-frame huts and camping in them, shooting contests with friends...

And not worrying about anyone wanting to take all that away.
 
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by George Hill:
When the worst thing a kid could do was break a window playing baseball.[/quote]

Hey , I did that . Oh damn , that was probably yours . Now I gotta pay for it . Wait a minute , this is Kalifornia . I'll just say I'm sorry and collect checks for the shock of accepting what I did . This is cool . I don't have to work again . Oh , by the way , I'm suing you for the cost of the softball you kept . Let's see ...what's next ? Grandma spanked me once . I wonder if I can take her house . See you guys later . I'm calling the ACLU .


------------------
TOM SASS MEMBER AMERICAN LEGION MEMBER
 
Kirk - you just brought up an old memory. We used to travel down to Atlanta, about a 3 hr. trip, just to go to Rich's. That was a grand old dept. store. I don't think they're in business anymore, are they?
 
When the inside back cover of the American Rifleman listed all those great old military rifles and pistols that you could buy through the mail. Them was the days.
 
I remember going to a gun store buying a handgun while only having to fill out one form. I don't think I even had to show my driver's license. And it was cash and carry...

------------------
Join the NRA!!!
 
Hmmm? Remember having to sign a form when you bought pistol ammo? With the interrogation I got the last time I bought a brick of .22 at Wally World I hope we're not headed down that road again.
 
How about walking into Woolco and spending $75 hard earned dollars on the first rifle I ever purchased a Ruger 1022. No background check or anything, just a thank you and away I went.

When gas was .35 a gallon and that was the good stuff.

Life before TFL
 
"When gas was .35 a gallon and that was the good stuff."

How about $.12 a gallon? Well, OK, it was in Tijuana, but it was for good Texaco gas. My Dad would drive down there about every other week to get gas, I would usually go along. We would breeze through the border, go get a taco or two from a street vendor (nope, no typhoid or disease of any kind from them), get the gas (petrol type, that is :) )and go back home. Try doing that now.
 
I remember when you put the weights in the pan of your Pacific scale, set the balance weight to zero, and then started loading.

Dupont 3031 was $1.25 a pound.

When a Model 70 Winchester was $54 plus postage. No sales tax.

Variable power scope? Huh?

There were few deer in central Texas, and fewer turkeys. Hmmm. Particularly fewer turkeys! :) (Think on it awhile, Dennis.)

Carrying your deer home on the fender of your car was a sign of accomplishment, and folks waved and gave you a thumbs-up...

:), Art
 
i pledge allegience to the flag...
that is how the day started at our school. and when the national anthem was played you could hear the silence (no matter where you were) ballpark, fair etc...
oh yeah.
the only time an american flag was burned was because it had touched the ground or was worn beyond repair. and it was done at the AMERICAN LEGION.
 
I remember when my grandfather sold his German Luger he had brought back from the war with it's holster and spare mag for $5. because you couldn't buy 9mm ammo here. And when he built me a trapdoor in our barn floor because thats what all the cowboys on tv had in the floor of their cabins and when my girlfriend told me he cried all the way home the night he took me to the train station in 1967 when I left for boot camp. And when he was on his deathbed in 1977 and was talking out of his head and thinking he was back in North Africa in 1944 again. And when they gave me the folded flag at his funeral for service in WW1 and WW2 and now I am starting to cry so I will go.
 
I can remember:

Actually having faith that things could be changed from their present disasterous course through the American political system. I no longer labor under that illusion.

When "high-school graduate" was assumed to mean a person could read, write, and perform at least simple arithmetic. My father can remember when it meant high-school graduates were about as educated as many college graduates are today.

The thrill of buying my first gun at age 11 with money I saved working with my uncle on weekends. It was a Glenfield .22 bolt action that never properly extracted spent shells.

When swearing in front of women was inappropriate, and those who indulged in the practice were considered low-class jerks.

When the National Lampoon magazine, with great satirists like P.J. O'Rourke and Doug Kenney, was actually funny.

Of course, not everything about the "good ol' days" was good, but that's a topic for another place and time.
DAL

------------------
Reading "Capitalism: The Unknown Ideal," by Ayn Rand, should be required of every politician and in every high school.
GOA, JPFO, PPFC, CSSA, LP, NRA
 
Let's see...

I recall when my dad gave me my first "real gun": a New England Arms 20-gauge single-shot shotgun. It was Christmas, and I was 11. When I tell my buddies about that these days (I'm 31, and most of them are younger than I am) they look at me like I have two heads and wonder about how responsible my parents could have possibly been.

I also recall taking that gun into the woods with my many cousins and uncles to kill every single squirrel and rabbit that moved! Then we'd take them back to my grandmother's house where the ladies were getting the meal together (See how backwards and sexist my family was?) and clean them so that they could add our bounty to the feast. Squirrel and dumplings. Man, gotta get me some of that again SOON!

I remember my mom not wanting to drive to the recruiting station just over 12 years ago to ship me off to basic training for the Navy. I'm the oldest, and I don't think she wanted me to go. We haven't ever talked about it. Looking back, I think she may have been right!

I also remember the Pledge of Allegiance as the start of the school day. And I recall the time my senior year that my government teacher and I really got into it. She was telling us proudly of how her family was prepared to go to Canada if her older brother had gotten drafted to go to Viet Nam. My dad had volunteered for the Marine Corps from '65-'67, and that didn't sit particularly well with me for her to talk that way. So I said so, in terms that earned me a trip to see the vice-principal who was a WWII vet and was sympathetic to my cause. That started a long, proud tradition in my life of questioning authority, especially when the authority is blatantly in the wrong.

I remember thinking that Ronald Reagan was just about the best darned president this country ever had, even with his faults.

Man, I want to go home.....
 
I remember wishing I could afford the really cool rifles that I saw in the Sears Catalog!!!

------------------
Just as there is no such thing as too much fun,
there is no such thing as owning just one gun!!!

Off my meds (quit smoking), armed to the teeth, and loose on an unsuspecting society!!!
 
I remember when "automatics" jammed, and LEO issued ammo was 158-grain RNL… when I could go to the local hardware store and not only buy .22LR two-for-99¢, but order a part from the guy behind the counter after looking it up in their Stoeger's book.

And I remember when NYC passed a long gun registration scheme and promised that it would always be just $3 a gun, and never be used for the purposes of confiscation.

(P.S. - it's $55 a copy now, and in '91 David Dinkins and his P.C., Lee Brown, made those who'd followed the law dispose of their semi-auto "assault-style" rifles, carbines and shotguns because "We have the lists and know who has them!")

And I remember when one could openly walk the streets of Prescott and Chino Valley openly with a sidearm… and no one looked nervous or askance.



------------------
- Peter Collinson
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top