I was 12 and got a pump action Mossberg 12 gauge. My parents had one of those WTF moments that Christmas by buying my older, gunless brother a TI-98 or whatever the big dawg calculator was at that time. Awkward. He's probably the best dude I know and played that one cool like it was another one of his many girlfriends.
This was back in the day when Boy Scouts could actually shoot a gun, and a few years later I took my first .22 caliber long along on an overnighter -- a Marlin that I didn't care for and gave it to my father after buying a real .22 LR, y'all know what that purchase was -- in my own bag and all that "controversial" stuff. We threw live .22 rounds into the fire that night to scare the hell out of everyone who didn't know better. I was one of those, tbh, and probably would have **** myself if I had my current bowels.
These guns stayed in my bedroom and we often took them to school hiding behind the back seat. We sluffed a lot and threw rounds at the side of the mountains above. One day these older kids on an acid trip were above where we were shooting but to the left. We were there for about a half hour when all these angry dip****s come running down this road screaming that wild bullets were flying past their heads from us shooting. At the time I thought they were out of their minds but looking back I bet there actually were some ricochets screaming passed them -- it's the only way you'd hear them much. They were going to kick our asses but all started puking so we laughed and left.
The only time I've ever not checked a chamber was when my brother left two guns loaded with spent shells. Murphy's Law struck same as the only time I didn't check the hookup on a trailer I was towing that someone loaded and damn near killed myself. We were in a hurry for some reason and I threw the guns behind the seat and we went into town for gas. The truck overheated on the way back and of course the Serve and Protect pulls up asking what we are doing, then if we have any guns like it actually mattered. Yeah, Sir, they're behind the seat. He pulls the two out and checks the chambers. First one has a mother ****ing bullet oh ****. Oh yeah! It's empty. Same on the next. Dude was a jackass, and I'm thankful for that, but I was sure he would have strung our asses up in the gallows if those rounds were live. You know we was planning on pulling inaccessible rifles from behind the seats to do drive by on some cow fields.
That's about all I've got on young kid gun stories. Sorry I didn't shoot myself. What's the point of this thread you may be wondering? Probably to give a few select posters nightmares is all. I also want to share that I think shooting guns is one of the most boring things possible and think grown *** men going out are like frat boys yearning for the past. Guns are for kids and you should leave childish things to your appropriate years.
This was back in the day when Boy Scouts could actually shoot a gun, and a few years later I took my first .22 caliber long along on an overnighter -- a Marlin that I didn't care for and gave it to my father after buying a real .22 LR, y'all know what that purchase was -- in my own bag and all that "controversial" stuff. We threw live .22 rounds into the fire that night to scare the hell out of everyone who didn't know better. I was one of those, tbh, and probably would have **** myself if I had my current bowels.
These guns stayed in my bedroom and we often took them to school hiding behind the back seat. We sluffed a lot and threw rounds at the side of the mountains above. One day these older kids on an acid trip were above where we were shooting but to the left. We were there for about a half hour when all these angry dip****s come running down this road screaming that wild bullets were flying past their heads from us shooting. At the time I thought they were out of their minds but looking back I bet there actually were some ricochets screaming passed them -- it's the only way you'd hear them much. They were going to kick our asses but all started puking so we laughed and left.
The only time I've ever not checked a chamber was when my brother left two guns loaded with spent shells. Murphy's Law struck same as the only time I didn't check the hookup on a trailer I was towing that someone loaded and damn near killed myself. We were in a hurry for some reason and I threw the guns behind the seat and we went into town for gas. The truck overheated on the way back and of course the Serve and Protect pulls up asking what we are doing, then if we have any guns like it actually mattered. Yeah, Sir, they're behind the seat. He pulls the two out and checks the chambers. First one has a mother ****ing bullet oh ****. Oh yeah! It's empty. Same on the next. Dude was a jackass, and I'm thankful for that, but I was sure he would have strung our asses up in the gallows if those rounds were live. You know we was planning on pulling inaccessible rifles from behind the seats to do drive by on some cow fields.
That's about all I've got on young kid gun stories. Sorry I didn't shoot myself. What's the point of this thread you may be wondering? Probably to give a few select posters nightmares is all. I also want to share that I think shooting guns is one of the most boring things possible and think grown *** men going out are like frat boys yearning for the past. Guns are for kids and you should leave childish things to your appropriate years.
