Girls with Guns

Credit: GD Crocker

Credit: GD Crocker

I fired my first shots from my dad’s Ruger Mk II pistol, which I now own, when I was three years old. My dad would take my brother and I through the woods, his scoped Remington 700 on his shoulder. Dad never missed an opportunity to take us shooting. I went from a Marlin .22 rifle to a .20 gauge Remington 870 and beyond. We didn’t have a lot of money, but ammo was cheap and time was preciously used forging a family of shooters. Some of my fondest memories are of shooting with my dad, under his careful direction, and always listening to his well-placed comments on personal responsibility and respecting firearms and human life.

With my own roots discovered, I then wondered what had lit the fire in my dad. Who was it that had taught him to love shooting like he had taught me? Then I discovered something that I suspect may be applicable to a lot of us, maybe even most of us. I learned to shoot because of recreation, spare time and a little spare money. My dad learned to shoot out of necessity.

When he was a kid, his family was so poor that his dad would give him a couple of .22 shells and an old rifle. Whatever he shot was what they ate. Missing was a liability for my dad and his family, a family of 10, who were dirt-poor sharecroppers in eastern Arkansas. Shooting was a way of life because it was life, or at least the source to help sustain life. Shooting for my dad was an appreciation. It was a skill. It was an art. It was the source of producing for a family in a time when there was no assistance or help from anyone but yourself. I’m not claiming it kept them all from starving, but I know for a fact that it kept them all from going hungry. I think that left an impression of self-reliance and personal responsibility on my dad, with the realization that the gun was a tool for that job. As a result, I have never met a more disciplined or tempered shooter, or a better long-range marksman. (Another story that I won’t bore you with is that on one occasion, my dad defended our family and home with his S&W .41 magnum, because the police were at least twenty minutes away. He had learned that his responsibilities were his own, not someone had to call on the phone and ask for help.)

— GD Crocker


Source:  The Firearm Blog


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  • steve and monique

    My dad taught me to shoot with a single shot .22 cal rifle.He used to shoot for food(rabbits) back when he was young,and always shot for the head,a skill I picked up from his training,plus a respect for firearms,and the safe use of the same.I will be happy to teach my son the same way dad taught me.Good to see well trained users of firearms,both male and female are still out there.It makes it safer for all us.

  • disqus_NwDSdKjjeZ

    Not if the PC brigade & some elements in the Police have their way!!!

  • cows4me

    Must have sent thousands of rabbits to that great warren in the sky over the years. Still cook the odd one if the kids get some, rabbits not so much and issue these days. When younger use to stretch the skins on frames and cure their skins with baking soda and meths. Made mittens and even waist coats, it’s amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it. They maybe pests but they can keep you from going hungry and cold.