I refinished the stock 30+yrs ago. Other than that, it's like it just came out of the box. Not bad for something I bought back in the 60's.
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I’d be arrested for this today! 😄
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I never owned a gun but borrowed my brother's .22 to go shooting. Would often go possem hunting at night in the car. There would b 4 or 5 of us carrying riflies, all .22'. possems would often run up telegraph polls if cought on the road. Screach of brakes, as we braked hard to stop, often overrunning the pole, a quick reverse then climb out with torches to eluminate to possem up the top of the pole then the sound of 4 or 5 rifles trying to b the first to hit it. Often it would take several rounds before the poor possem sucomed to the fatal shot. God knows where all the other bullets ended up.
Never heard of any farmers cows being killed randomly by gunshot so there is that.
Same when we would go goat shooting/hunting. Carry the rifles in the car just in case a goat or herd was seen close enough to get a few shots off. Wild goats in NZ were a classed a noctious animal due to the damage they did to native forests.
Driving along roads with rifles sticking out the windows wasn't uncommon.
Never heard of any farmers cows being killed randomly by gunshot so there is that.
Same when we would go goat shooting/hunting. Carry the rifles in the car just in case a goat or herd was seen close enough to get a few shots off. Wild goats in NZ were a classed a noctious animal due to the damage they did to native forests.
Driving along roads with rifles sticking out the windows wasn't uncommon.
I was on the rifle team in High School and we used to practice with Targetmaster .22’s in the gym. We had half a dozen steel traps we would pull out of a closet and line up on the far end of the gym. When I was a kid is was not uncommon for 3-5 of us to “hunt” in the woods and pastures near our houses. We never had any issues until we let an older brother join us and he had the great idea to shoot a stray dog.
I grew up in a small town in northeastern Vermont and we used to bring guns to school all the time and most of us had a knife on us. I had a Marlin 80 that my great grandfather bought for my father while my grandfather was off fighting in WW2. It was given to me by my father and I gave it to my son and now it will be passed on to my grandson. It's at my place now and it's getting a full restoration. Had the barrel and receiver blued and I'm almost finished with the stock after multiple coats of Tru-oil. The old thing has held up well over the years and it was made in 1943.
The final coat of tru-oil has been applied and I'll have to wait a few more days to apply a coat of stock wax. Really looking forward to seeing what my grandson thinks of his first real rifle.
5 pounds of mercury qualify?
2nd grade.
Seemed like fun dropping some and watch it splatter.
Guns were frowned upon in Detroit or Grosse Pointe, except in '67.
2nd grade.
Seemed like fun dropping some and watch it splatter.
Guns were frowned upon in Detroit or Grosse Pointe, except in '67.
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Glenfield Model 10 still have it.
After 1,000s of rounds It's still a tack driver.
Lot's of guys had 12s and 20s in the gun racks
back window of their pickups at school.
After 1,000s of rounds It's still a tack driver.
Lot's of guys had 12s and 20s in the gun racks
back window of their pickups at school.
I was in 3rd grade when the science teacher showed us mercury and of course we all got to handle and observe the properties of a semisolid. Shortly after almost every mercury filled thermometer in town disappeared.
Amazing how none of us seemed to suffer (much) from mercury poisoning.I was in 3rd grade when the science teacher showed us mercury and of course we all got to handle and observe the properties of a semisolid. Shortly after almost every mercury filled thermometer in town disappeared.
The first proper gun I had was a home-made black powder pistol I'd knocked up in the shed from a bit of 1/2" bore gaspipe and a wooden stock/grip.
Took it to school, loaded it (with a Loud Bastard banger and a half-inch ball bearing) and fired it at a laminated glass screen that was in front of the cafe on the hill.
Fcuk me, it punched a hole right through that and left an impressive star pattern all over it, too. Looked for all the world like somebody had taken a real gun to it.
In retrospect I was lucky it didn't blow my hand off.
Dumbass kids we wuz....
We found that you could take a 1/4"ID pipe and crimp the end just slightly. Now a .22 round fits in nicely. Since it's a rim fire round, all ya gotta do is squat down, pipe vertical in one hand and bang that sucker on a rock and away it goes... straight up or whatever angle you managed.
Now, tell me how I still have both hands?
My cousin, when a small child, was coerced by older kids into giving a rimfire round a thrashing with a stick. That 22 round went into his chest and came to within a couple of millimeters of his heart.Dumbass kids we wuz....
We found that you could take a 1/4"ID pipe and crimp the end just slightly. Now a .22 round fits in nicely. Since it's a rim fire round, all ya gotta do is squat down, pipe vertical in one hand and bang that sucker on a rock and away it goes... straight up or whatever angle you managed.
Now, tell me how I still have both hands?
How about Hitch Hiking ..Not seen anyone for many years .But possibly not illegal.
One would expect it to be on the up .Environment considerations and bus costs.
Wonder if anyone would stop give a ride.
Not common back in the day either but did happen with mixed results.
One would expect it to be on the up .Environment considerations and bus costs.
Wonder if anyone would stop give a ride.
Not common back in the day either but did happen with mixed results.
That would work both ways. Either the driver has to worry about picking up a serial killer or the hitchhiker has worries about being picked up by one.
My cousin and I discovered we could tape a marble to the primer of a shotgun shell and tape some kind of fletching to the other end it made a pretty good field improvised fragmentation grenade. You needed to lob it at your target and it had to land on a paved surface to fire. We never threw them at anyone except each other
As a 6-7 year old, I was given a Kongsberg made Remington 1867 Rolling block, originally a 12 mm rifle caliber, but converted to 24 gauge shotgun when sold as military surplus some time after 1900. This gun was longer than I was tall, so both stock and barrel was cut down to be more handy. This gun was fully functional, but they kept any loaded shells out of reach for me. But I had e few empty brass shells so I could "reload". That gun was my most prized posession back then, and I carried it wherever I went around the farm and in the forest. Unfortunately, it somehow disappeared some time in the 70s.
Nowadays I have quite a few bolt action rifles, a Browning BLR and a Marlin 1895GG. I hunt moose, grouse, ptarmigan, hare and whatever else opportunity hands me
My favorite rifle is a sporterized Swedish Mauser M96 caliber 6.5x55, made in 1904. Still super accurate, and is enough gun for any Scandinavian moose.
Nowadays I have quite a few bolt action rifles, a Browning BLR and a Marlin 1895GG. I hunt moose, grouse, ptarmigan, hare and whatever else opportunity hands me
My favorite rifle is a sporterized Swedish Mauser M96 caliber 6.5x55, made in 1904. Still super accurate, and is enough gun for any Scandinavian moose.
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Not trying to 1-up or anything but your post just jarred a memory loose of a similar situation when I was close to that age. Since this thread is about getting arrested if you did it today i believe it's relevant so....As a 6-7 year old, I was given a Komgsberg made Remington 1867 Rolling block, originally a 12 mm rifle caliber, but converted to 24 gauge shotgun when sold as military surplus some time after 1900. This gun was longer than I was tall, so both stock and barrel was cut down to be more handy. This gun was fully functional, but they kept any loaded shells out of reach for me. But I had e few empty brass shells so I could "reload". That gun was my most prized posession back then, and I carried it wherever I went around the farm and in the forest. Unfortunately, it somehow disappeared some time in the 70s.
Nowadays I have quite a few bolt action rifles, a Browning BLR and a Marlin 1895GG. I hunt moose, grouse, ptarmigan, hare and whatever else opportunity hands me
My favorite rifle is a sporterized Swedish Mauser M96 caliber 6.5x55, made in 1904. Still super accurate, and is enough gun for any Scandinavian moose.
No shit there I was, somewhere around 11 or 12 years old and my mom had given me a K98 Mauser that had been sporterised. I was my dad's gun and
was left to me when he died a couple of years prior. I guess she thought that I was responsible enough to keep it in my closet as she knew it was unloaded
and I had no ammunition, However, I also inherited a box of some Army medals and other random things including......a couple of boxes of 8mm
ammunition. My dickhead uncle was going to be taking my cousin and I hunting for the first time that year and wanted to take the gun with him to go sight
in or something. They had stayed with us that weekend and were in the process of leaving when he demanded the rifle. He was kind of an impatient man to
say the least so when he wanted something my Aunt jumped to get it done. She followed me into my room and when i got the gun out of the closet and
was about to hand it over realized it had been loaded. Oh shit! I just remembered the night prior my cousin ( same age as me) had listened in on a phone
conversation between our other cousin (16 or 17?) and her boyfriend on another phone on the same line and He got caught. Now this girl was bat-shit crazy
and could be extremely violent. She had already been to Juvey a couple of times and my cousin (who got caught) was afraid that she would come and kill
him in the night (because that's what she had told him she was going to do. He had slept on the floor in my room that night and had loaded the gun
without my knowledge. My nervous Aunt has a hold of the end of the stock expecting me to hand it off to her before my uncle becomes more irritated. I
have it by the forestock and tell her that I need to check if it is unloaded ( I knew it wasn't) before handing it to her. I try to open the bolt but it won't
because the safety is on and you couldn't open the bolt with it engaged. So she is still tugging on the stock as I flick the safety lever off and it goes "BOOM"
through my bedroom wall, the scenic mountain painting on the other side, the living room and out the roof. Fortunately, nothing and no one else which is a
miracle because we lived in a single wide trailer. A gun fired inside is loud AF and you can feel the concussion of it. My ears are ringing. people come in and
I can tell they are yelling at me but I'm just standing there with an expression similar to the one Tom Hanks had in the beach scene from Saving Private
Ryan. I still don't know if I had killed someone or not when my angry uncle prys the rifle of my hands. My Mom, sister, her best friend, uncle, cousin and his
little sister were all in the living room when it fired. As I was getting yelled at I ran around him to the living room and was relieved that everyone was still
alive. My uncle took the gun they left and I was pretty sure that I would never get it back, A few weeks later I find out that when my uncle took it to the
range, it did the same thing to him went off if you shook it took hard or bumped it on something. I guess whoever had modified it to fit a hunting stock had
given it a hair trigger so he had a gunsmith friend fix that. I didn't get an apology and still had to go hunting with him. I never did bust my cousin out for
loading it because I know he would have gotten it worse.Years later when I was in my 20s someone broke into my house and stole the gun and I never saw
it again.
I was trying to write this as a funny little anecdote but I just re-read it it and realize it's kind of awful and makes us look like negligent, abusive, criminal white
trash. I have told it as a funny story before and we even kept the painting and laughed that it had a bullet hole in it. Today Oregon has a law that you have
to have a safe to legally store guns in. It is relatively new and I know not everyone went out and bought a gun safe when it passed. So in this case, my mom
could have been arested for not keeping a gun in a safe and probably child endagerment, I could have been put in custody ovf the state, my uncle wouldn't
but probably should have been arested for spousal abuse, my other cousin for making death threats and maybe other things that I have missed. I really
should delete this but I'm not going to. I don't know, I'm in a weird mood today, What do you guys think?
That is a helluva story! I guess you were all lucky that day
Sky King
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I grew up in a family where my father was a hunter (he loved to fish too) The guns sat in the gun cabinet until late summer and then the rifles were taken to the range to be sighted in in anticipation of Deer season. Small game season started early in the fall and then big game season after that. Our lives did not revolve around guns and they were not some fetish, just a tool to put food on the table. It seems like in the 80's it all began to change with so many people wanting para military type guns. people collecting guns in great numbers, hoarding ammunition, wanting full auto weapons and from there it seems like gun violence in this country really started to escalate. There is so much gun violence in this country now that only the more horrific incidences make the news, the latest being the Target Mall (irony) shootings in Austin Texas. Modern life gets harder for many and more people suffer mental health issues and act out. do we really need assault rifles, high capacity magazines, no waiting period, no background checks? These days a trip to the supermarket or a music show could be your last. I am not for banning guns but some sensiable laws would help to begin to stem the tide of gun violence in this country. My last thoughts on this is we are now living in a world where children go to school wearing bulletproof back packs, I think we have a problem here.
Sky King
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I stopped picking up hitchhikers after my neighbor was shot in the head and killed by one and his car stolen. Prior to that I liked helping people out.
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