Shooting with my grandson

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Grandpa, grandson, a 10/22, and a steel plate at 100 yards.
I was shooting from my back deck at my 100 yard steel plate when he heard me and came outside. He said grampa can I shoot with you? I said of course you can. I said try to hit the stump over in the shooting lane and the boy says he wants to shoot the black thing way out there. I help him find the proper eye relief and let him at it.
I kid you not folks he rang that steel on the first try just as his dad walked up behind us. I couldn't tell you which of us was more proud. He then went on to ring it 8/20 times standing, supported all on his own.


Oh and one more thing, he is 6 years old. Yeah, I'm a proud Grandpa.
 
Kudos, grand pa. Ya done good.
I got 4, they all started around 6, but the oldest grand daughter at 12 is by far the best. She can hit crow on the fly 6 out of ten times!
 
I remember the time my father Samuel and my uncle Dayton took me to the old homeplace on the mountain. I was six. 64 years ago. Sigh. They let me shoot the family rifle (bolt action tube magazine Marlin, don't remember the model). The old barn was still standing and they put a can in a gap between the boards. I think I hit it at least once. Visiting the homeplace on the mountain is the best memories of my childhood. We still had family living on the mountain. I liked exploring creeks and catching and releasing crawdads, salamanders and frogs. And plinking tin cans (under adult supervision). In my teens, I graduated to squirrel hunting with my uncle Ed and his dog Henry.

Warning old man grumbles ahead. I think I did well on marksmanship qualification in basic training due to civilian gun experience, better than some urban boys. I was exposed to the good gun culture: traditional lawful responsible use of guns. I think it's under attack, and that attack will leave the gangsta gun culture as the model for future generations. I tie current raising the gun age limits to the Clinton era NSPOF report that most gun owners started sports shooting with relatives at an early age, breaking that will strangle the gun culture. We need to promote the good gun culture to our kids and grandkids.
 
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Congratulations. Sounds like you have a permanent shooting buddy!
Oh he is definitely my permanent shooting buddy. After the 22 I got the red rider out for him and he must have fired 100 bbs at a pop can. We were working on proper cheek weld and sight alignment. And of course just having a blast together.
 
That's how good memories that last a lifetime are made......... I've got two step grand-daughters, ages 14 & 5.. The older ones already got a few of those type memories. The younger one will be six in June and will go out for the first time then...... There's a Savage Rascal she can use waiting in the safe that I snagged back in December when Savage had a $50. rebate offer on 'em. I'm looking forward to her using that because it's scaled down to fit a 6 yr. old; has a nice adjustable peep sight and even has an accutrigger. Although my circa 1987 10/22 with its original wood stock isn't all that big for a kid, either... The older one was shooting that OK when she was pretty small.
 
I have no 'blood' grandkids so, I just 'adopted' some. I now have 3, a boy, age 7 and his two sisters ages 4 and 3. I started teaching the boy when he was 3 with a Red Ryder. Last year, he did this:
https://imgur.com/HRhCSBc
HRhCSBc.mp4
 
Thanks for sharing! Your posted prompted me to pull the Ruger American Rimfire from the safe and grab my 6 year old.

"Mom, daddy put a scope on my gun!"

Unfortunately she's still too small to shoulder it.
 
I remember doing that with my grandfather 65 +- yrs. ago. Shooting at an old saw blade. Got my first .22 when I was 14. My son has that one. Great memories, thanks. Wish he was here(both).
 
No grand kids yet, but we're ready when the kids are.

Started my own shooting BB's. My youngest is right handed but left eye dominant. Had a hard time in the beginning, but he was determined to shoot as well as his siblings.

They went through many a soda cans!
 
I bought my first pistol because I thought I might have to shoot one of my sister's friends. I helped push her into drug rehab, so she said she was going to send people after me. Nonetheless, the reason I love guns and shooting is that they remind me of my childhood.

My dad took very little interest in me, and he beat my mother. I avoided my dad because he was abusive, but I idolized my mother's father. He had a bunch of farms and a large number of guns. When I stayed with my grandparents at their house in Kentucky, he would come home from work, put me in his truck, and drive me to his farms. Sometimes we ran the tractor. Sometimes we worked with his beef cattle. Sometimes we shot rabbits or just plinked.

He was the closest thing I had to a real father. Now when I fool with guns, I feel like I'm back in Kentucky. The only thing missing is my grandfather. When I'm shooting, I feel almost like he's still around. I feel as if he just stepped away for a minute.

We will never make the narrow-minded gun-grabbers understand that feeling.

Ontarget, your grandson will never forget what you're doing with him.
 
I bought my first pistol because I thought I might have to shoot one of my sister's friends. I helped push her into drug rehab, so she said she was going to send people after me. Nonetheless, the reason I love guns and shooting is that they remind me of my childhood.

My dad took very little interest in me, and he beat my mother. I avoided my dad because he was abusive, but I idolized my mother's father. He had a bunch of farms and a large number of guns. When I stayed with my grandparents at their house in Kentucky, he would come home from work, put me in his truck, and drive me to his farms. Sometimes we ran the tractor. Sometimes we worked with his beef cattle. Sometimes we shot rabbits or just plinked.

He was the closest thing I had to a real father. Now when I fool with guns, I feel like I'm back in Kentucky. The only thing missing is my grandfather. When I'm shooting, I feel almost like he's still around. I feel as if he just stepped away for a minute.

We will never make the narrow-minded gun-grabbers understand that feeling.

Ontarget, your grandson will never forget what you're doing with him.
I can only hope to heaven that our time together leaves a very long lasting impression on him. His dad, my son, is a single full time dad so Nana and I do what we can to fill in the gaps. His dad does a great job with him. We just help out. They only live a half mile away so we have it made as grandparents. Good times for sure.
 
I can't wait. Fostering is wierd, even as an adoptive placement. Can't really take mine to the range til the judge signs off to make the whole shebang finalized. But, it's coming in short order. I'm waiting somewhat impatiently to go buy a pair of marlin 795 stainless/synthetic identical to my wife's gun. Light, accurate, cheap, fun. I guess I will stuff the mags on them to make them mag loaded singleshots until we are ready to progress. In the meantime we are making other memories, 2 kiddos caught their first ever fish today. Proud daddy right here.
 
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