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

Stepped out the back door and walked about 100 yards to the cow lane. From there on we could hunt and shoot.
 
Same place I still do, the last 5 acres of land next to my neighbors corn field. My dad and grand dad set up a range there about 60 years ago, just for family and friends.
 
I grew up in a large metropolitan area that was densely populated. We had to go"up north" to our family's property in northern Michigan to shoot rifles at cans and bottles, and shotguns at clay pigeons. A special treat would be trip to the area dump to pick off rats. Ahhh...good times.
 
I shot off the back porch of my house. Had a wooden fence at 25 yds, so could set targets on top of it, hill out to 100 yds before the nearest cornfield. Shot .22, .30 Carbine, .30-06, .45ACP. Used to light matches on the fence with my Nylon 66 w/ 4X scope. :D:D:D
 
I grew up out on a farm with the nearest neghbor about 1/3 mile away. Mostly, I just had to walk away from the house, but sometimes I would sit on the back doorstep and shoot birds out of the peach trees. Sometimes Mom and Dad would come and stand and watch. I used a bolt action Revelation 22 s,l,lr. 1969-1971 I had two main friends, Bob and Bobby. Bobbby usually had a single shot Remington, but later got a Winchester semi 22. Bob had a Nylon 66 and thought he was the best shot. Mostly he just fired the most ammo. We could traipse any direction for 3 miles across the neighbors pastures and nobody complained. If we found a cow or goat out of place we would either get them back where they belonged or tell the owner or anything else that didn't look right we would report. So the land owners kind of liked us roaming their land. General rule was don't mess up anything or get hurt. About 1971 they both moved so our "hunting" expeditions were less frequent. Then we got cars and got interested in girls and hunted even less frequently.


Oh yes, back in those days when I was twelve and thirteen, I could walk into any store in town and buy 22 or 12 guage ammo, no problem. AND we never shot anybody.
 
Not that long ago, two family members, my uncle and nephew, had bought a single shot .410. They wanted me to show them how to shoot. They took my to a large clay quarry. I took my M91/30 and they were so impressed with it that they went and got one. The only reason he got away with shooting there is because he used to work there and everyone knew him. I wish I could go back. Sitting in the bottom of a massive crater seems like the safest place I ever shot. And there was an abundance of chunks or orange clay on the sides that make good targets.
 
For a very short time,,,

For a very short time,,,
We lived out in the country in Indiana.

It was so nice to go on the back porch in the evening,,,
And shoot the walnut sized things off of the trees,,,
A brick of .22 shorts was less than $5.00 then,,,
With a single-shot that was a month of fun.

Things really changed when we moved back to Ok City,,,
We weren't on the outskirts of civilization any more.

It was a 6 mile bicycle ride to another dump you could shoot at,,,
A policeman stopped me with my rifle slung on my back,,,
He put my bike in the trunk and drove me home,,,
My dad almost got arrested cussing the cop out.

After that the only time I could shoot was when I could talk someone into driving me to that old south-side dump.

I was so happy when they sold that place,,,
We moved back to our original house.

BTW, I'm really enjoying reading your experiences.

Aarond

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Can you imagine the actions noted in post #1 happening today?? WOW...

When I was about 6th grade, very early 50s, I somehow came intoan old bolt action, probably 30 cal. Wish I had it today. It was rusted etc etc... I carried that up and down the road, we lived 'in the country'. Finally one day I was hanging out at the barbershop and some fish cop[ had to check us (me and the gun) out.

We shot (not the 30 cal) around the fields (truck gardens). Best pheasant/rabbit hunting around. Then in the late 50s, I75 went thru and screwed everything up. This was the N side of Toledo, 3 mi S of the MI state line.
 
Early 80's in SW Florida. I was 15-16 and would sling my Smith Corona 03-A3 across my back, get on my motorcycle and ride out near the county dump towards Myakka Park. My buddy and I would hunt Armadillo. I never really thought that a 30-06 was to much gun for armadillo. We would kill, clean, cook and have a little snack all in one spot. One day we came across the local dealers weed farm out in that palmetto scrub. We decided it would be best to leave the area and not come back...

The dump has been filled and is now a park and the entire area surrounding it has been subdivided and developed.
 
Re sparks: this was 15 years ago so forgive me if my memory faults me but as I recall it was a break open with a "pipe" from the barrel back to the hammer, it kinda looked homemade as the rest looked like a typical revolver, the barrel was most definitly sawed of personally

I have seen and done some hunting with smaller .22lr revolvers and most of them have plugged chambers or are simple one shot pistols (stupid laws here) you have to be somewhat of a serious trapper or hunt fox/badger that goes into dens to get pistols here, the above pistol was probably illegal:)
 
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