Coyote3855
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Winchester 67A boys rifle for Christmas in 1954 when I was 8 years old. Yes, I still have it and it has introduced a lot of kids to firearms.
What was your first gun, and do you still have it?
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22250Rem
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The Winchester Model 67 single shot .22 that my dad got used, IIRC, in the late 1930's. In the late 40's or early 50's it stopped working. He took it to a gunsmith who told him it would cost more to fix than the gun was worth. It then got put in a closet . I got it as a kid and just kept it on the wall and when I got older got other guns. Then one day in my later 20's I found out it only needed an easily replaced sear spring. Fixed it and it works great to this day. The Model 67's are nice little single shots. It's also the only pre-64 Winchester I ever owned, LOL.
LOLBELL
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Ithaca Model 37 20 ga. 49 years ago. Shared with my brother, it’s in his possession but he still brings it to the dove hunts for me to take a turn shooting. Brings back old memories.
Dain Bramage
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Yep, another Glenfield (Marlin) Model 60 from the early '80's. I'm pretty sure my parents bought it from JC Penney or Sears.
Shot a ton of rounds through it until it became unreliable. I fiddled with it for awhile, then put it away.
I got interested in it again recently. Replaced the hammer spring and buffer. Did the "nickel trick". Now, it's reliable again. Guess the internet is good for something.
It's nearly as accurate as my CZ 452, but it does tend to drift left as it heats up. To be fair, how do you even heat up a CZ 452?
Shot a ton of rounds through it until it became unreliable. I fiddled with it for awhile, then put it away.
I got interested in it again recently. Replaced the hammer spring and buffer. Did the "nickel trick". Now, it's reliable again. Guess the internet is good for something.
It's nearly as accurate as my CZ 452, but it does tend to drift left as it heats up. To be fair, how do you even heat up a CZ 452?
entropy
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A Remington 742 Carbine. No I do not still have it, wish I did. I worked up some loads for it made it every bit as accurate as a bolt action, at least to 100 yards. Took several deer with it.
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First gun was a break open .410 shotgun of some sort that I shared with my brother in my pre-teen years, probably in 1976. Neither me or my brother have that gun anymore.
First gun I bought myself was a Norinco SKS in 1992, if I remember correctly. I still have this one.
First gun I bought myself was a Norinco SKS in 1992, if I remember correctly. I still have this one.
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WestKentucky
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My grandfather was a product of the Great Depression and was one of 7 combined kids spanning a few marriages and deaths of parents as the family grew. (2 women died in labor, and one man died in an accident of some sort). He was the second youngest and he basically inherited nothing which isn’t saying much as the family was poor and had little to inherit anyway. One thing he firmly believed though is that a man should be able to take care of his family in any way that was needed, at least within reason. All the males following my grandfathers lineage have been given a 22 rifle within the first couple years of their life, almost all are Marlin 60s. Mine is a late 70s model with squirrel stock and the longer magazine tube. It still has most of the factory stickers on it. I got it close to my 3rd birthday and it just stayed in dads closet until time for me to start using it a bit. We also got basic tools and taught how to use them at an early age.
As a side note, the girls got taught the basics of cooking and sewing. Sadly, grandma never got much education on how to make food taste good... it was edible, but she never got asked to cook for holiday meals.
My first centerfire was a 20ga that came from the same grandpa. Mossberg/New Haven 600CT pump. Basically a 500 with a selectable choke. I mowed the yard for him one summer when I was about 12 to earn it. I took it home on July 4 and we went by my other grandpas on the way home so that I could shoot my new acquisition. That started a bad trend... now I feel a need to shoot everything the day I get it.
My first centerfire rifle was my Rem700 .270. I had made friends with a couple of the elderly neighbors and would just go and hang out with them a bit and keep them company. I started mowing yards, cleaning up sheds, etc. I saved up $80 and bought a push mower, and Dad chipped in a few dollars and got me a gas can since I was doing something responsible. By the end of the summer I was mowing 5 yards in the neighborhood at $10, $15, and $20 depending on how big the yards were. That year I bought a Super Nintendo, and when Bass Pro opened in Nashville I went during the first “fall hunting classic” and bought my rifle. Dad decided that since I had been mowing at home about half the time that he would do something for me again, so I think I paid $279 for my Remington, $15 each for a couple boxes of ammo, and planned to use iron sights until the next year when I could afford a scope. Dad handed me a crisp $100 bill in the store and told me that a rifle like that didn’t make sense for where we would be hunting without a scope, and there was a sale on Tasco World Class 3x9x50 scopes that came with binocs that got snagged and a set of weaver see through rings made specifically for the 700.
I am really happy now sitting here thinking about all the stuff I did as a kid before worrying about bills, kids, jobs, pandemics... and I really miss the old folks I was friends with in the neighborhood.
As a side note, the girls got taught the basics of cooking and sewing. Sadly, grandma never got much education on how to make food taste good... it was edible, but she never got asked to cook for holiday meals.
My first centerfire was a 20ga that came from the same grandpa. Mossberg/New Haven 600CT pump. Basically a 500 with a selectable choke. I mowed the yard for him one summer when I was about 12 to earn it. I took it home on July 4 and we went by my other grandpas on the way home so that I could shoot my new acquisition. That started a bad trend... now I feel a need to shoot everything the day I get it.
My first centerfire rifle was my Rem700 .270. I had made friends with a couple of the elderly neighbors and would just go and hang out with them a bit and keep them company. I started mowing yards, cleaning up sheds, etc. I saved up $80 and bought a push mower, and Dad chipped in a few dollars and got me a gas can since I was doing something responsible. By the end of the summer I was mowing 5 yards in the neighborhood at $10, $15, and $20 depending on how big the yards were. That year I bought a Super Nintendo, and when Bass Pro opened in Nashville I went during the first “fall hunting classic” and bought my rifle. Dad decided that since I had been mowing at home about half the time that he would do something for me again, so I think I paid $279 for my Remington, $15 each for a couple boxes of ammo, and planned to use iron sights until the next year when I could afford a scope. Dad handed me a crisp $100 bill in the store and told me that a rifle like that didn’t make sense for where we would be hunting without a scope, and there was a sale on Tasco World Class 3x9x50 scopes that came with binocs that got snagged and a set of weaver see through rings made specifically for the 700.
I am really happy now sitting here thinking about all the stuff I did as a kid before worrying about bills, kids, jobs, pandemics... and I really miss the old folks I was friends with in the neighborhood.
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.308 Norma
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On my 10th birthday in 1958, mom and dad gave me a Winchester Model 55, 22 single-shot, automatic. At gun shows, I've seen other Winchester 55s that were labeled "Winchester Edsels." You cock it, then push a round into the chamber through a trap door in the top - which automatically puts the rifle on "safe." Then when you take it off "safe" and fire it, it re-cocks itself and ejects the empty out of the bottom of the stock.
When I was 10, I was just big enough that my left hand was right under that hole in the bottom of the stock where the empties dropped out. Until I grew a little, it seemed like I always had a red burn mark in the palm of my hand.
Anyway yeah, I still have my "Winchester Edsel," and the math shows I'll be 72 soon - next week in fact - just in case any of you good folks would like to send me a brick of 22s for my birthday. I'll fire some of them in my 10th birthday gift. It doesn't matter what kind of 22s (shorts, longs or long rifles) because my Model 55 will eat them all, and I'm big enough now so that the empties no longer drop into my palm.
When I was 10, I was just big enough that my left hand was right under that hole in the bottom of the stock where the empties dropped out. Until I grew a little, it seemed like I always had a red burn mark in the palm of my hand.
Anyway yeah, I still have my "Winchester Edsel," and the math shows I'll be 72 soon - next week in fact - just in case any of you good folks would like to send me a brick of 22s for my birthday. I'll fire some of them in my 10th birthday gift. It doesn't matter what kind of 22s (shorts, longs or long rifles) because my Model 55 will eat them all, and I'm big enough now so that the empties no longer drop into my palm.
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.455_Hunter
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Remington Model 33 single-shot at 11 or so. Still my go-to rifle if I need a .22.
Col. Harrumph
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1866 Springfield in .50-70 and no, sadly, I let it go.
Legionnaire
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Like @Ks5shooter, a Mossberg 500 12 gauge combo gifted to me by my wife. Still have it, although I traded the original slugster barrel for a rifled slug barrel with a cantilever scope mount. It has taken a lot of deer and small game.
Riomouse911
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The first gun of my own was an Ithaca 66, a lever operated single shot .410.
Back in the late 1980’s I gave it to a friend to give to his boy as his first gun.
Stay safe.
Back in the late 1980’s I gave it to a friend to give to his boy as his first gun.
Stay safe.
I was pretty much raised by my grandparents as my father was gone most of the year ...he'd come home for holidays. For my 10th birthday he gave me a Marlin-G not knowing my grandfather had given me a Stevens that he had when he was young. On the Marlin, I'm still not exactly sure what "micro groove" is ...but it's a real tack driver. I still have both.
Nicky Santoro
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West Hurley Auto Ordnance 1911A1. All the usual problems out of the box. After new mags, polishing feed ramp, and tuning the extractor, now 100%.
theotherwaldo
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A bolt-action .22 that I found between the studs in an unfinished closet in a partially finished tract house that our family had just moved into.
I didn't have it very long, even though I carried the bolt around with me. Once Dad found the gun and took the bolt, it disappeared (and Dad had his cigarette money).
I was five years old.
I didn't have it very long, even though I carried the bolt around with me. Once Dad found the gun and took the bolt, it disappeared (and Dad had his cigarette money).
I was five years old.
lightman
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A Remington 11-48 20 gauge shotgun. A gift from my Grandfather the day that I was born. I still have it.
GBExpat
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Sears, Roebuck Model 25 (rebranded High Standard model A1041, apparently) semi-auto, tube-magazine .22RF rifle w/4x scope.
A Christmas present in 1964 when I was 12 years old. Yes, I still have it.
A Christmas present in 1964 when I was 12 years old. Yes, I still have it.
Gumby0961
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A Savage / Anschutz M64 .22 when I was 10. My Dad bought 3, 1 each for my late sister, myself, and my little brother. My Dad had to cut 3 inches off the stock so I could reach the trigger.
Yes I still have all 3. (pic is my sisters)
Yes I still have all 3. (pic is my sisters)
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LOL. The first firearm I bought was also a Marlin 60, purchased in 1985 or 1986 from Service Merchandise. And I didn’t really get interested in guns till about 7 years ago, but I still have that .22 rifle and the original box & papers.
The first firearm I owned was an inexpensive single shot 12ga given to me as a teenager. My dad broke the stock of that one hitting a bull over the head. Don’t know what became of it after that.
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230RN
2A was "political" when it was first adopted.
In about 1958 I bought a Beretta .22 from a college buddy. He was from Louisiana, where guns were a little less horrible than in New York.
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In New York, if you had a handgun, you were either a cop or a crook, so I kept it hidden under a drawer in my dorm room. I finally smuggled it home and used to shoot it in my basement when my mother wasn't home.
Got married, kept it in a bedroom side table.
Stolen, along with some jewelry and cash. Cops found the thief because, as a garbage collector, he could go in back of the houses unnoticed and routinely check their back doors. The cops caught the dope because of a string of robberies along his collection route. Duh.
And of course, this dope (me) had left the back door open while Wife1 and I were away. Duh.
Later, the cops wanted me to identify the loot, and I IDed the jewelry, but not the gun. Hey, in New York, if you had a gun you were either a cop or a crook, right? That tiny smartness canceled one duh in my life, right?
That was the last I saw of it.
Terry
Pic credit: https://www.joesalter.com/ "Down East Antiques." (New Hampshire)
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In New York, if you had a handgun, you were either a cop or a crook, so I kept it hidden under a drawer in my dorm room. I finally smuggled it home and used to shoot it in my basement when my mother wasn't home.
Got married, kept it in a bedroom side table.
Stolen, along with some jewelry and cash. Cops found the thief because, as a garbage collector, he could go in back of the houses unnoticed and routinely check their back doors. The cops caught the dope because of a string of robberies along his collection route. Duh.
And of course, this dope (me) had left the back door open while Wife1 and I were away. Duh.
Later, the cops wanted me to identify the loot, and I IDed the jewelry, but not the gun. Hey, in New York, if you had a gun you were either a cop or a crook, right? That tiny smartness canceled one duh in my life, right?
That was the last I saw of it.
Terry
Pic credit: https://www.joesalter.com/ "Down East Antiques." (New Hampshire)
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George Dickel
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It was a bolt action 410 shotgun Christmas present. Don't really know who made it as my dad bought it in a Coast-To-Coast hardware store and was marked as such. When I went into the Army in 1966 my little brother appropriated it and a Remington Nylon 12 I personally bought. He broke the stock on the Model 12 and it got trashed, I don't know what ever happened to the 410.
230RN
2A was "political" when it was first adopted.
George Dickel remarked,
Those nylon stocks were guaranteed for life. I've gone through one already and I'm toying with the idea of hitting up Remington for another one since the butt plate came off mine.
Those nylon stocks were guaranteed for life. I've gone through one already and I'm toying with the idea of hitting up Remington for another one since the butt plate came off mine.
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