Remington nylon 66. Wife gave it to me on our 1st anniversary.
a 1913 Enfield that passed from uncles to my father to finally me. It was missing a mag once my father got it, but I also took it deer hunting as an early teen. Luck I didn't hurt myself with it, as my brother asked where I found ammo for it, I broke out a box of .303 savage, he bout fainted. I have since found a mag for it once pops gave it to me, but haven't shot it in decades.
My Daisy Red Ryder BB gun. A Christmas gift to me from my parents when I was probably 9 years old, back when they were still quality BB guns dressed with wood furniture and not the cheap $20 plastic guns they sell at Academy today.
I can't imagine how many BBs are scattered around the backyard of my childhood house. I must have went through a carton of Copperhead BBs every couple of weeks.
I can't imagine how many BBs are scattered around the backyard of my childhood house. I must have went through a carton of Copperhead BBs every couple of weeks.
Lucille is what my Mom called her pistol,,,
It's an alloy frame Colt Frontier Scout in .22 LR.
My Dad had to work out of state for a long while when I was an 11 year old kid,,,
The night he came home we all greeted him very excitedly in the driveway,,,
He said to me, "Lookie here at what I got.",,,
He pulled that gun out of the glove box,,,
And as my gun-loving eyes grew huge,,,
He handed it to my Mother.
This was in 1965.
Me and both of my little brothers grew up shooting .22 shorts through that gun,,,
Mom dangled ownership of it in front of me like a carrot in front of a mule,,,
Finally in 1983 I got her to sell the gun to me for a $100.00 bill,,,
Only to have it stolen out of my house a few months later.
Fast forward to the year 2000,,,
Mom had passed away about five years back,,,
My sister and Brother-in-law were the executors of Mom's estate,,,
Mom and I had unfortunately had a falling out and I was "written out" of her will.
But my brothers and brother-in-law were sitting in his yard,,,
He said, "Look what I found in your Mom's bedroom.",,,
And he gets Lucille out of his truck to show off,,,
My eyes flew open when I saw that gun.
My youngest brother got all sheepish as I told the B-I-L it was my pistol,,,
He started on about how my Mom specifically said I was disinherited,,,
I tried to explain to him how I bought it and it was stolen from me,,,
He just kept spouting the disinherited line of bull-pucky.
A few days later I finally brow-beat my youngest brother into telling the true story,,,
Mom had some sellers remorse about the gun and had him steal it back,,,
I remembered thinking it strange how only the gun went missing,,,
I told the story to my B-I-L but he said it was in Mom's house,,,
And therefore subject to the terms of her will.
He was keeping the gun because that's what Mom wanted.
I just shut up and let it go.
About a year later I asked him if I could borrow the gun,,,
I had a customer who wanted a holster for a Colt just like it,,,
In my best straight face I asked to borrow it and promised it's return.
I had talked this over with my Dad,,,
He thought I should just call the cops about it,,,
But I'm not one to get the law involved in family matters.
I just took possession of the gun and have/will never return it to him.
It's a shame I had to use a ruse to regain possession of my gun,,,
My B-I-L tells people I stole it from him and he will never forgive me for it,,,
I tell people I was simply re-claiming my property and he may call the cops if he wants to.
Lucille lived on top of the refrigerator along with a brick of shorts,,,
This was the best carrot for good behavior she had,,,
"Be a good boy and do your chores on time,,,
I'll let you shoot Lucille after dinner."
We usually bought a new brick every month,,,
That went on until my youngest brother left the family home,,,
That was in 1978 so 13 years at 12 bricks a year equals about 78,000 rounds.
I'm sure there were times the gun didn't see that amount of use,,,
But I've had it back in my hands now for about 12 years,,,
I shoot that little revolver quite a lot even now,,,
75,000 to 80,000 rounds isn't far off.
And she still shoots to point of aim.
I have an 8mm Mauser that my great-uncle Bantie brought back from WW-II,,,
That rifle means a great deal to me as I did love my Uncle Bantie,,,
But Lucille has a ton of fond memories attached to her,,,
Mom sitting in her porch chair watching me shoot.
Despite our falling out in later years,,,
Handling Lucille always evokes fond childhood memories.
Aarond
.
It's an alloy frame Colt Frontier Scout in .22 LR.
My Dad had to work out of state for a long while when I was an 11 year old kid,,,
The night he came home we all greeted him very excitedly in the driveway,,,
He said to me, "Lookie here at what I got.",,,
He pulled that gun out of the glove box,,,
And as my gun-loving eyes grew huge,,,
He handed it to my Mother.
This was in 1965.
Me and both of my little brothers grew up shooting .22 shorts through that gun,,,
Mom dangled ownership of it in front of me like a carrot in front of a mule,,,
Finally in 1983 I got her to sell the gun to me for a $100.00 bill,,,
Only to have it stolen out of my house a few months later.
Fast forward to the year 2000,,,
Mom had passed away about five years back,,,
My sister and Brother-in-law were the executors of Mom's estate,,,
Mom and I had unfortunately had a falling out and I was "written out" of her will.
But my brothers and brother-in-law were sitting in his yard,,,
He said, "Look what I found in your Mom's bedroom.",,,
And he gets Lucille out of his truck to show off,,,
My eyes flew open when I saw that gun.
My youngest brother got all sheepish as I told the B-I-L it was my pistol,,,
He started on about how my Mom specifically said I was disinherited,,,
I tried to explain to him how I bought it and it was stolen from me,,,
He just kept spouting the disinherited line of bull-pucky.
A few days later I finally brow-beat my youngest brother into telling the true story,,,
Mom had some sellers remorse about the gun and had him steal it back,,,
I remembered thinking it strange how only the gun went missing,,,
I told the story to my B-I-L but he said it was in Mom's house,,,
And therefore subject to the terms of her will.
He was keeping the gun because that's what Mom wanted.
I just shut up and let it go.
About a year later I asked him if I could borrow the gun,,,
I had a customer who wanted a holster for a Colt just like it,,,
In my best straight face I asked to borrow it and promised it's return.
I had talked this over with my Dad,,,
He thought I should just call the cops about it,,,
But I'm not one to get the law involved in family matters.
I just took possession of the gun and have/will never return it to him.
It's a shame I had to use a ruse to regain possession of my gun,,,
My B-I-L tells people I stole it from him and he will never forgive me for it,,,
I tell people I was simply re-claiming my property and he may call the cops if he wants to.
Lucille lived on top of the refrigerator along with a brick of shorts,,,
This was the best carrot for good behavior she had,,,
"Be a good boy and do your chores on time,,,
I'll let you shoot Lucille after dinner."
We usually bought a new brick every month,,,
That went on until my youngest brother left the family home,,,
That was in 1978 so 13 years at 12 bricks a year equals about 78,000 rounds.
I'm sure there were times the gun didn't see that amount of use,,,
But I've had it back in my hands now for about 12 years,,,
I shoot that little revolver quite a lot even now,,,
75,000 to 80,000 rounds isn't far off.
And she still shoots to point of aim.
I have an 8mm Mauser that my great-uncle Bantie brought back from WW-II,,,
That rifle means a great deal to me as I did love my Uncle Bantie,,,
But Lucille has a ton of fond memories attached to her,,,
Mom sitting in her porch chair watching me shoot.
Despite our falling out in later years,,,
Handling Lucille always evokes fond childhood memories.
Aarond
.
I'm glad you got your pistol back, Aarond. Your brother-in-law sounds like a real douche.
Mine has a crappy story too. I held it twice for sure and maybe 3 times. Never shot it, not once. My grandfather's first gun. Passed to my father and to me when I turned 18. I was in college and Dad kept it at his house while I stayed in the dorms. That year my parent's place was broken into by thieves. I HATE THIEVES! They stole 27 guns in total (yes, he did not have a safe and now everyone in my family has at least one) along with my grandfathers briefcase that had all of Dad's custom knives. The thieves were caught and we recovered 23 guns. Not the .22 though. I still have hope 21 years later that it will one day be recovered. They stole my Dad's first gun as well and it was not recovered. My first gun was and so I will pass that one down.
Mine would have to be my great grandpas Remington model 12c. Pump 22 rifle, target model with octagon barrel. Don't look all that great but still shoots straight
He has the capability to be one,,,
As much as he has the capability to be a nice guy.
But in all fairness he wasn't always like that,,,
My Mom was more mother to him than his own Mom,,,
I'm sure he wanted the gun as a remembrance of her more than anything.
My gripe was that after hearing the story of ownership,,,
He still felt the right to keep it from me,,,
But the issue is all in the past,,,
We just don't speak now.
Aarond
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