When you were a kid, where did you go to shoot?

Down behind the barn. Shot over some pasture into the woods behind with 22s. No supervision as we kids were taught how to handle a firearm before we were allowed to shoot one. My father was very strict concerning any type of firearm used around the farm. No monkey business with that old timer. When my behavior slipped while shooting on a couple of occasions. Lost of shooting privilege was nothing compared to the whooping. No being told to go your room like today's kids. My father was "Old School in corporal punishment."
 
Hello Sure Shot Mc Gee,,,

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Lost of shooting privilege was nothing compared to the whooping.
No being told to go your room like today's kids.
My father Mother was "Old School in corporal punishment."

Aarond

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I'm 19 & I've never had to walk more than 50ft from my back door to shoot. Always lived in the country & mainly shoot .22 & shotguns with birdshot. When I get me an AR or a deer rifle (previous state only allowed shotgun slugs for deer), I'll build me a backstop. I always shot birds, shot apples off trees, I loved shooting glass coke bottles when I was allowed to. Not quite as lucky as some of you old timers, but I wouldn't have things any other way.
 
When I was a kid I could step into our back yard and shoot all day now I live in town and I have to drive to my mother in laws as I moved 5hrs away from the family farm there r several ranges in my area but all of them are club owned and they have wait lists a mile long and $200+ in dues a year + volunteering time. So I'll stick with my mother in laws property where I don't have to pay to shoot

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Where i grew up,we were 2 blocks from what was city limits. Once you crossed that street the guns came out. Now those city limits have been pushed about 20 miles in all directions.
 
I'm 19. Only places for me to shoot are at an expensive range often packed full or morons 30 minutes one way, or an indoor one 35-40 minutes the other way. Aside from that, occasionally I get offered to shoot at 2 of my friends houses outside city limits. But It's not far enough outside city limits in my opinion. There are house everywhere. When we are in hunting clubs, we usually have a few weeks to shoot when deer season ends. Doesn't happen much though because it's equally far away and a lot of other people get the same idea. Except theirs usually involves firing down roads, shooting signs, and driving recklessly.
 
I grew up in Mississippi in the 1950's and shot in my back yard under the watchful eye of my father who was an avid shooter and hunter.:)
 
We had a very nice Sportsmen's Club that was actually in town.

When it was founded in the 1920s it was originally it was outside the town limits and in a pretty secluded spot, but the town grew up around it.

It was within walking distance of my house, but unless you were carrying only a .22 and a few boxes of shells, it was easier to drive or bike.

I could also shoot at any number of friends houses "out the valley."

Until 2010, when his Mother died, my friend Dave and I would shoot on his family's farm. There was a little hollow that pitched down towards a stream with a fairly high hill on the back side of it and with nothing but open pasture all the way to the mountain about a half mile past that.

Unfortunately, the farm has been sold, and Dave and his family no longer come East, so other than the NRA range, I'm not really sure where I'm going to be shooting regularly from now on.
 
Traveled all over with dad when he shot competitively. Got the opportunity to shoot at a lot of places.
At home, we would go to the farm or to the abandoned strip mines in Southern Ohio where us kids mastered(:rolleyes:) the art of skipping 22's across the strip mine ponds at targets set on the other side. Also, we all belonged to the Columbus Muzzle Loading Assoc. and would shoot bp/shotguns at the club.

Man, though's were the days.
 
When I was 8 or 9, just walked out the back door with a pocket full of .22 shorts and pretty much any direction after that. I wasn't able to see anybody else's house or barn from there. My aunt had similar rules to Uncle Kid's concerning her Winchester 62a although rattlesnakes and cidadas were always okay game.

Would somtimes be able to bring home a rabbit, dove, or quail.

Tramped around the countryside with friends as a teen and we'd go into the (very) small town for a "cold-drink" and shoot a game of pool with our .22 rifles leaning by the door.

Will
 
We lived one block from the edge of town and used to walk to a little used horse pasture a couple of miles down the road carrying our .22s or BB guns. As long as we shot away from the house and barn and not towards the road we were allowed to shoot all the gophers we wanted.
 
me and my mate were up to no good out at his farm and were recruited by his gramps to do some chores and were promised something fun when we were done.

Something fun was a brick of .22 for his rifle and a bag of .38 (or could have been something smaller) and his snubnose revolver without a cylinder, basically the gun he used to put down animals for slaughter:)

We posted up behind some bailes of hay and gramps used the tractor to lift the bailes at the other wall, swarms of rats came out. Shoot some, collect them and throw them on the manure pile outside. When we ran out of bullets we fetched the jackrussel terrier and he chased the few remaining rats and we hit them with shovels and pitchforks, in my memory it was hundreds but that is probably just nostalgia.

We also got to borrow his shotguns and used to ski around the fields and shot rabbits, spent a couple of nights "guarding the hen house".

We also pulled geese duty, they didn't have a labrador or something to fetch the downed birds so we did. those suckers have tough necks and can bite!

Often accompanied my dad to the range and us kids had our own small little area for .22, airguns and so on.

At some family friend we often went to dinner at we got to shot a small cannon, if I recall correctly we just butchered 12 g shells for the gun powder and the primer (which went on top) loaded with marbles and whatnot,
 
The railroad tracks ran about 75 yards behind the house with nothing on the other side but woods. A half mile or so down the tracks was the city dump full of rats, bottles, cans and junked cars. Another half mile down the tracks was the rr trestle over the river. I'd go out and sit on the cross beams under the tracks and shoot sticks floating down stream or snakes. Sometimes I'd take a bag full of bottles and cans from the dump and throw them in or walk the river bank hunting water mocassins.
 
My grandfather would take my brother and I into an old strip mine area just outside of Carbondale, PA.

My Dad took up to a place in the Bronx. Indoors for handguns.
 
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