Pop's or Grandpop's hunting rifle picture thread.

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Maybe just tell us a memory about the gun in the picture you post. If you are dad or granddad, tell us a memory you have of the rifle.
Unfortunately, my fathers rifles were given away out of the family and I never had pictures. It was a pre-64 in .32 special with a rusty mag tube and it disappeared in southeast Pennsylvania (if you happen to have it). It was the first "high power" rifle I ever shot.

When I took up hunting as middle aged adult, I started buying old hunting rifles. The oldest I have is the .300 Savage Super Sporter from around 1934. Here's a pic of my 141 to kick it off. This is my first year hunting with this rifle. Tomorrow is the last day for rifle and I'm hoping for a doe. image.jpeg
 
I'm waiting on my phone to charge enough for a photo. My grandfather's each hunted, and my paternal grandma hunted a lot. I have at least 1 gun from each grandparent with the exception of my maternal grandma who didn't mess with guns much after a fight with postpartum depression after her 3rd child was born.

Paw... and his paw...
My grandfather was given a single shot winchester bolt 22 as a boy by his grandfather. It is currently in my safe for cleaning and preserving.

Grandaddy...
Grandaddy was from a huge family and as a boy he hunted for food with a single shot 12 ga that was worn slap out. The gun was held together by a leather strap, and the action was held closed by another piece of leather, and a colt saa which was in similar shape. The first whoopin I remember was over that colt when i dragged it down to play cowboy with. I barely remember seeing the guns tucked away under his bed as a kid. He had other guns which he gathered over the years, but those were the important ones. They were stolen and sold for drugs by one of his other grandchildren while he lay dying in the nursing home. I have his pump 20ga Mossberg and his marlin 336.

Grandma...
Grandma was 1 of 7 and was the youngest of the bunch. The oldest was the only other girl in the little irish-cherokee flock. Grandma found dinner each day on her way home from school. She had 4 guns in her whole life, and they all live with me now. As a kid she had an unmarked single shot 22 which she was an Olympic grade marksman with but nobody else can hit with it at spitting distance. She fed the family while her brothers worked to pay the mortgage and pay off the Sears Roebuck bill. She used that little rifle one night to straighten out a drunk who was getting a bit rough on her sister, and that man did in fact get scared straight. He became her brother in law, a preacher, and he officiated my grandparents wedding years later. He gave her his mossberg .410 bolt shotgun as a gift for setting him on the right path. With that shotgun she shot down truckloads of mistletoe and paid for many years christmas dinners with it. Then she bought a H&R 999 with mistletoe money while granddaddy was in Korea. Used it as a hog killing gun on the farm. Once grandaddy came back to the US she bought her last gun, a RG 32swl at a yard sale.
 
My dad, grandfather and great grandfather did all their game harvesting with shotguns.
 
neither of my grandpas hunted, oddly they both were missing a leg. one was a merchant marine and the other a farmer. my grandma irien the one married to the farmer did all the hunting. she used a well worn byf.43 mauser in 8mm. i wish we still had the rifle. i will get some photos at xmas time. she shot one of the largest bucks in ny at the time. i think it was i the 60s
 
I'm waiting on my phone to charge enough for a photo. My grandfather's each hunted, and my paternal grandma hunted a lot. I have at least 1 gun from each grandparent with the exception of my maternal grandma who didn't mess with guns much after a fight with postpartum depression after her 3rd child was born.

Paw... and his paw...
My grandfather was given a single shot winchester bolt 22 as a boy by his grandfather. It is currently in my safe for cleaning and preserving.

Grandaddy...
Grandaddy was from a huge family and as a boy he hunted for food with a single shot 12 ga that was worn slap out. The gun was held together by a leather strap, and the action was held closed by another piece of leather, and a colt saa which was in similar shape. The first whoopin I remember was over that colt when i dragged it down to play cowboy with. I barely remember seeing the guns tucked away under his bed as a kid. He had other guns which he gathered over the years, but those were the important ones. They were stolen and sold for drugs by one of his other grandchildren while he lay dying in the nursing home. I have his pump 20ga Mossberg and his marlin 336.

Grandma...
Grandma was 1 of 7 and was the youngest of the bunch. The oldest was the only other girl in the little irish-cherokee flock. Grandma found dinner each day on her way home from school. She had 4 guns in her whole life, and they all live with me now. As a kid she had an unmarked single shot 22 which she was an Olympic grade marksman with but nobody else can hit with it at spitting distance. She fed the family while her brothers worked to pay the mortgage and pay off the Sears Roebuck bill. She used that little rifle one night to straighten out a drunk who was getting a bit rough on her sister, and that man did in fact get scared straight. He became her brother in law, a preacher, and he officiated my grandparents wedding years later. He gave her his mossberg .410 bolt shotgun as a gift for setting him on the right path. With that shotgun she shot down truckloads of mistletoe and paid for many years christmas dinners with it. Then she bought a H&R 999 with mistletoe money while granddaddy was in Korea. Used it as a hog killing gun on the farm. Once grandaddy came back to the US she bought her last gun, a RG 32swl at a yard sale.
These stories this is what America is all about for me. This is family and history.
 
By all mean, ,include your mothers and grandmothers. I'm sorry I didn't include them in the original post. Those women, as tough as they were, made families what they were. Say what you want about how strong a man is, but show me a strong woman and she'll whip any man. Maybe not at arm wrestling but in spirit.
 
Ha @Enfielder ! When I read the title of the thread I knew exactly which gun I was going to add to the thread. And it turns out the gun you showed is almost identical to what I got from my grandfather.

It's a Remington Model 14 chambered in .32 Remington. My father always described it as "my father's deer rifle". My dad and I shot a ton when I was young, but we never took grandpa's rifle off the wall. It's not that my dad was trying to preserve it or anything.....we just didn't have a need to fire it. I'm an avid shooter now, but I don't hunt. My adult son *adores* this gun - for the history. I was able to get some .32 Rem brass and dies so I can (and do) load ammo for it. We take it out to the range occasionally and keep it going "bang".

When my dad died I found a box of old photos. In that box was a photo of him in his early 20s, on a camping trip with his friends. And he's holding the gun that is now in my safe. This is roughly late 40s or early 50s

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When I first decided that I wanted to learn to shoot, I made the mistake of asking great grandpa Wilkinson. He put an apple on a corner post across a gravel road, put a 10g double barrel shotgun in my 10 year old hands, put my back to a tree, and cocked both hammers. Now his being a WW II vet he thought he’d teach me to not want to shoot. Later that evening he was chased out of the house by one angry grandma Addie. She’s the one who taught me how to shoot with a Sears bolt action.22lr.
 
No pics, but I killed my first deer with Marlin 336 that I borrowed from my maternal Grandfather. My paternal Grandfathers hunting rifle was an all original Winchester M1917. I asked him to remember me when he was finished with it cause we were both Marines. When he was about 80 he handed it to me and said he was done shooting it. Well today I still have Grandpa (95y.o.WWII VET) and that rifle is in my safe. I did harvest a deer with it the season after gave it to me.
 
Sorry for the fuzzy pic but this is me with Grandad’s old squirrel gun sometime in the mid 70’s.

All I really know is that it was a small bore percussion gun that had been converted from a flintlock. It’s been talked about a lot by my dad and uncles. They talk about how grandad “saved up” the $6 to buy it and used it for years on squirrels and small game in the mountains of WV.

I think it was that moment, holding that rifle, that started my interest in firearms and even lead to me building my own flintlock rifle. Can’t tell you how bad I wish I could get my hands on it now.

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My pops carried a Remington 700 bdl, varmint barrel in .243. I too carry a nearly identical rifle.

My mom's pa was a collector, not a hunter, but he did shoot and stuff (lol) a coyote with a ruger 77 in 220 swift. I have that gun as well. On my pa's side, I never met my grandpa. However, we've had his old model 12 shotgun and a couple 1897 shotguns for a long while. One was to be my uncle's but he didn't care for guns so we held on to it. He's gone now too, and his sons don't have guns either.

90% of my firearms were inherited from my mom's dad. I've only sold two of the 100+; a duplicate 410 pump and a g17 to buy a g20. Most of them have a sentimental value due to this. Of the 8 grandkids, I was the only one that spent time with my grandpa, fondling his collection, shooting paper, and reloading. I got to enjoy nearly 10 years of that, and when he passed, he'd already let me take basically anything I want. We split the remaining half or so of the collection between me and my two uncles. One cherishes his guns and often asks "I wonder where all those Colts went?". Maybe some day I'll let him know... The other uncle sold them all without even asking us if we wanted them. It did go to help pay for my cousin's college though. He got a ruger 96/17 that I really would've liked.

The one experience I remember clearest is as follows. My grandpa had just gotten the brand new 17hmr Marlin 17VS. He mounted a compact Leopold scope on and we got in the old brown Chevy (20 years old and looked showroom new) and drove down behind the barn to sight it in. He had pretty poor health and the cold that day was too much for him so he sat in the cab while I sighted the 17 in over the hood. Man that thing was a tack driver! I've never really thought about it this way but I'm positive that he had more fun watching me than he would've doing the shooting. I obviously meant a lot to him for him to gift me all these guns.

Damn I miss him
 
Neither my father nor grandfather were much for hunting. My dad however did keep the family guns, of which the most notable/sentimental were a 1910s Iver Johnson Champion .410 bored out for 3" shells and what I believe is a Sears-labeled Mossberg 20ga with a varichoke. There's also a Italian .32 revolver that looks mega-sketchy (will never be shot again). There used to be a Ruger single-six that my grandfather traded for the .32. My dad and I never let him live that one down.

I'm going to take my father small game hunting this year with him shooting the .410. He's hunted before, but not for 50+ years. I'll be shooting my Conneticut Shotgun RBL 20ga. That I'm hoping will be passed down.
 
My dad never got around to hunting big game. Although from the mid 1930's until 1943 when he went in the navy he did a lot of small game & pheasants & woodchuck culling for local farmers. Most of the small game and all the woodchucks were bagged with his Winchester Mod. 67 single shot .22 that I now have. Rabbits were used by my grandmother for stew meat, as money was still tight from the depression and beef was expensive. Squirrels and other small game were also on the menu sometimes; although I never heard anything about eating woodchucks. The pheasants were taken with his old Iver Johnson 16 ga. that also now lives in my safe, but this isn't a shotgun thread. After WWII my dad wanted to get a suitable long gun and deer hunt but a wife, a mortgage, and eventually four kids sort of put the dampers on that idea. Here's his old Mod. 67 that still shoots great. IMG_1729.JPG IMG_1730.JPG
 
My dad had a gun I never saw. It was a 22 Savage High Power he used on varmints.

My maternal grandmother had Remington Rolling Block in 22 rimfire that was used on vermin around the house. I know it was fired with some LR rounds but may have been chambered for 22 s. It was pretty shot out and the bore erosion may have allowed LR rounds to chamber.
 
Neither of my Grandfathers owned any guns. My Dad dreamed of getting a .22 for target shooting (found all of the Winchester and Remington pamphlets he had gotten from a local sporting goods store), but never got around to it. During the Depression he kept meat on the table by hunting rabbits with a borrowed single shot .22 rifle that was made in Germany, probably in the early 1930s. After WWII my Dad had lost interest in firearms all together and never hunted again.

Some time back a close friend of my Dad gave me the single shot rifle my Dad had used as a boy. He didn't say how he came by it but I was very thankful that he did. Cleaned it up and still have it in my gun safe. Might take it out one day to teach my Grandkids how to shoot.

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My son with my Grandpa's .22, about 10 years ago:
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He did not want Mom to take the picture. I also have my Grandpa's H&R 16 single-his old pheasant gun.

During the Depression he kept meat on the table by hunting rabbits with a borrowed single shot .22 rifle that was made in Germany, probably in the early 1930s.
My Grandpa had one of them, too. My dad, my uncle, my son pictured above, and I learned to shoot with that single-shot. My son broke the stock about 15 years ago, I will eventually make one for it, probably when I have grandkids ready to learn to shoot.
 
My maternal grandfather passed away when my Mom was only 6 or 7 years old. My paternal grandfather had to have been a hoot. He passed away 2 years before I was born. He hunted most of his life with a Winchester model 94 in 30 WCF (aka 30-30) with a 22" barrel. That thing will hold 9 rounds with one in the chamber. According to the serial number, it was made in 1906. I've used it to take all 4 deer I was allowed to kill one year. The peep sight was dead on at 200, so those close in shots you had to hold low, like 6" low. Got to where I aimed at the belly line to hit them below the spine.
Supposedly, it was the rifle he used to take the last recorded grizzly in Lemhi County, Idaho way back when.

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I also have my grandfather's model 97 Winchester. With this shotgun I've made the longest shot on a turkey gobbler (65 yards) dove (75 yards) and duck (90 yards [magic bb - only hole in the entire bird and it was in it's head])

I also have several firearms my Dad left me. Win Model 9422M, K-22 Masterpiece circa 1956 or so, Remington 1100 16 gauge. One rifle that I cherish of his is one that I had built and gave him when his BAR wore out. It is a Remington 700 ADL with a Maple stock. I don't believe that rifle ever missed. Has more than 3000 rounds down the barrel and with the reloads I have for it, still will put 5 inside of an inch from the bench.
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My dad never got around to hunting big game. Although from the mid 1930's until 1943 when he went in the navy he did a lot of small game & pheasants & woodchuck culling for local farmers. Most of the small game and all the woodchucks were bagged with his Winchester Mod. 67 single shot .22 that I now have. Rabbits were used by my grandmother for stew meat, as money was still tight from the depression and beef was expensive. Squirrels and other small game were also on the menu sometimes; although I never heard anything about eating woodchucks. The pheasants were taken with his old Iver Johnson 16 ga. that also now lives in my safe, but this isn't a shotgun thread. After WWII my dad wanted to get a suitable long gun and deer hunt but a wife, a mortgage, and eventually four kids sort of put the dampers on that idea. Here's his old Mod. 67 that still shoots great.View attachment 815441 View attachment 815443
This IS a shotgun thread if it belonged to your dad or grandad.
 
Somewhere around 1965 (I have the original receipt) my dad built a flintlock pistol. He also built a Pennsylvania long rifle flintlock. I have both but no kids to give them to. I haven't hunted the rifle because I am still a beginner (9 years-4 deer) hunter and I like to have an advantage available but I will someday.
It's a hand-carved tiger maple stock with a phoenix carved on the butt and the metal parts were made by Chadwick in southeastern Pa. I'll post pics when I get a second to breathe.
My dad an I never shot either of those guns. He didn't shoot them in my lifetime. I knew nothing about shooting such machines until I met a guy in Vermont who walked me through it. I knew the basics but as far as a charge goes for a .45 caliber long rifle and pistol, I didn't know where to start. I shot them, and that was that. I have a short trigger finger from an accident years ago so I can't even shoot the pistol because of the trigger guard.
In case you are wondering, I didn't hit a single thing I aimed at with these way-back machines. I'll have to take some time with them and start by making a new trigger guard for the pistol.

A side note about the pistol. When mom left dad, he had a melt down and hid or gave away all of his guns. That's what happened to the .32. At some point, he gave the flintlock pistol to his friend to hold on to until the divorce was settled (you can tell what he valued). He forgot where it went somehow and then he was convinced that someone stole it. He even asked his friend many times about it. He went to every single local gun show looking for that damn pistol. I felt so bad for him as it meant so much to him. Fast forward to after he was dead and buried, and his old "friend" who he gave to .32 to showed up at my moms house with the pistol that he "found". I have it now but I wish I could personally hand it to my dad just to see the look on his face and hear his story about it.
I miss my dad. I guess it's part of life.
When that friend dies, I'm definitely asking his sons about the .32 Winchester.
 
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This is a thread that fills me with regret. I don’t have much of my Grandfather’s rifles. One passed away before I was born and most guns went other directions, I do have the two sidearms he carried the most though.

The other that I have some of my most fondest memories with had the one gun he used to take out water moccasins with at our swimming hole stolen from the cabin.

It was a number of years before I noticed the familiar “beehive” shape on the back of the bolt and now I have lots of the Remington boltaction rifles. I also still have the crummy Winchester semiauto .22 he replaced it with. It killed some stuff but he was a deadeye with that boltaction.

Maybe it’s a lot like remembering “the good old days” but they don’t call them that for no reason.
 
Here's a pic of my 141 to kick it off. This is my first year hunting with this rifle. Tomorrow is the last day for rifle and I'm hoping for a doe. View attachment 815334

I think that's the same rifle my grandpa used! My dad still has it. He grew up in the Depression, so he was extremely conservative with his firearms. He grew up in Wisconsin trapping, hunting, and fishing. When he passed in the mid-90's, he owned three firearms. I now have two and my dad still has his rifle.

All three were Remingtons and all three were semi-autos.

The first was a .22 short used for dispatching animals in his traps...

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Next up is his Remington 12ga used for deer, ducks, pheasants, and pretty much everything else...

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He moved to Idaho in the 40's and needed a rifle, so he bought a Remington semi-auto in .30-06. No pictures of it.
 
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