Gut Rumbles
 

April 14, 2003

all ready

I have to attend a two-day training seminar starting tomorrow, so I finished my state taxes, figured out how to utilize the new printer/copier/scanner I bought two weeks ago and made copies of everything. I made more copies than I needed just because I think my printer is really neat. THAT'S a cool piece of office equipment for $100.

I have all my tax shit in one sock so that I can drop it off at the post office tomorrow morning on the way to class. I really don't like to wait to the last minute in most things I do, but paying my taxes is different. I would just as soon not do it at all. I owe the Feds $40, but I'm getting $360 back from the state (I always underwithold from those thieves. They can't be trusted.) That's more than enough to pay for the derringer I'm buying tomorrow. In fact, I think I'm going to see if Mack has a nice target pistol to go along with it, or I might ask for something very few people will understand.

I want a single-shot, bolt-action .22 rifle, just for nostalgia's sake. That's the first kind of gun my daddy ever let me shoot, and when I became proficient with it, and could handle it safely, he let me go off into the woods with it all by myself.

If you've never gone down to the riverbank with a single-shot .22 and pocketsfull of bullets, then searched through the trash people threw down there to select light bulbs, Miller pony bottles and Barbie-Doll heads, then set those targets up on a fallen oak-trunk and picked 'em off one at a time, you haven't lived. Especially after you had to operate the bolt and stick another bullet in the breech after every shot.

And if you never turned around and plugged fiddler crabs in the marsh mud after that, you damn sure weren't a Southern boy. At least not from South Georgia. Fiddler crabs were small targets and they MOVED! You had to be a good shot to hit them, one shot at a time. That one shot at a time thing wouldn't be a bad idea for Quinton right now.

That stuff teaches you the discipline to make every shot count. It slows life down enough that father and son can communicate better. I want a single-shot, bolt-action .22. I want it because it was a part of my youth, and I want it because my son doesn't need sixteen rounds in a rifle. If I leave him alone with that Marlin, he'll be shooting from the hip as fast as he can pull the trigger like some character on a video game and hiting nothing because he won't know how to aim.

I want a young BOY'S GUN. I want it for for me, but for MY BOY, too. If Mack doesn't have one, he can order it for me. But I remember seeing TWO old ones when I picked out the derringer. I'll bet that he hasn't sold them both.

I'll bring one home tomorrow.

Comments

My father taught me to shoot with a .22 cal single shot bolt action rifle. And by the time I was 10 I was allowed to go out and hunt with it. I have very fond memories of that little rifle. It still sits in my gun cabinet, and shoots just as well today as it did then.

Posted by: Bob on April 14, 2003 09:04 PM

MB has one that was given to her grandmother for her [not MB's] 16th birthday. It was used to teach MB to shoot, and MB and PB used it to teach our two cubs to shoot. Greatest way to start any youngster; as you say, having to stop to load teaches to think about each single shot.

Posted by: MommaBear on April 14, 2003 09:08 PM

My first was an old Marlin tube-mag .22 Magnum that held twelve rounds, but it was a bolt. Spent a lot of time out in the woods with that thing.

Posted by: Mr. Lion on April 14, 2003 10:02 PM

First rifle was (is!) a Sears Ted Williams single shot lever action in 1971. Outdoors was 20 miles away so I never got to shoot alone till I had a car (and by then a 10/22...). but my Dad taught me well with the old lever gun and Ritz crackers on a wood rail. I took it to the indoor range a few weeks ago. Sights stink, and its too short, but what incredible memories... and it was the hit of the range!

Acidman, excellent site. Hope you find your rifle.

Posted by: Rich on April 14, 2003 10:25 PM

I have a Winchester Model 150 rim-fire, lever action .22 that my great uncle left me when he died. It was my first gun and I was about 12 when he died. It's not a single shot (it holds 15 longs), but I learned how to use it. Believe me when I say that the ground hogs around here are very nervous indeed.

Posted by: Marcl on April 15, 2003 12:04 AM

My grandpappy taught me how to shoot when I was about 6 years old. I remember the mass genocide of the local fiddler crab quite fondly. Each evening at low tide, the horror of floating crab bodies and the stench of death filled the salty air. As I got better, the target was just the large claw of the male. Castrated many crabs.

Posted by: Dax Montana on April 15, 2003 02:12 AM

I taught my wife how to shoot just last year, and she's now very comfortable with the concept of "gun" whereas she wasn't before. And turns out she's passable good at it. No guns ever in her home growing up, nor in her mother's AFAIK.

Although her father's grandma shot her husband back in the 1930s and apparently it was ruled self-defense.

Wimmins kin be dangerous.

Posted by: Kevin McGehee on April 15, 2003 06:31 AM

I've seen the Cricket bolt action .22 over at the local Wal-Mart for around $100. It's a single shot rifle with a small stock meant just for this kind of job. Then again, you could always pick up a magazine type bolt action .22 and take the magazine out for now, and hand it over later when the boy's ready for it. I picked up a Marlin 25 for $40 at a local pawn shop just two weeks ago, and it would make a fine beginner's rifle for an older boy who could handle the adult size stock. Nice smooth action too-can't beat it at that price.

Posted by: Mike Trettel on April 15, 2003 10:45 AM

just bought my son a .22 cricket he loves to squirell hunt with that thing

Posted by: john on April 14, 2004 08:39 PM
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