I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank piña coladas. At sunset, we made love like sea otters. *That* was a pretty good day. Why couldn't I get *that* day over, and over, and over...Well, here's your chance. If you could re-live one gunnie day over and over, which would it be, and why?
For me, it's a tough call. I've been a very fortunate guy - I've gotten to play with some serious NFA goodies both at Harvard Sportsman's Club and at the sooper seekrit range; I got to hang out with the cool kids at the Northcoast shoot; I've had range time with a quality bolt action rifle on a long range with a great spotter and coach; picking any one of these outings would certainly leave several other just as great times behind.
Except one. That's my Gunnie Groundhog Day...
What's yours?
That is all.
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Guam, Summer of 1980. We're at the Range, getting our Quals up to snuff before we deploy. I'm using the issue 1911, and I'm not hitting Crap. The Marine Gunny in charge of the Range comes over, looks at me for a while, then asks me a Question: " What's Your Dominant Eye?" I said what do you mean? He explains, turns out I'm Cross-Dominate. He tells me what to do to compensate, then has me go again.
I not only Qualified, I shot well enough using a worn out WW2 1911 that I was able to get my Marksman Ribbon.
I love Marines. Semper Fi!
^5 JayG We are going to have to head back for more!
Best Gunnie Day-
Annually to coincide with April Vacation, the local police departments put on their junior officer program and I get to help out with the range session.
I enjoy the first half of the session – taking kids who have never shot and getting them set up to be safe and effective with a Glock fo-tay and shooting for score and bragging rights. For about three quarters of the kids it is the first time they have ever touched a firearm. I love getting kids started safely, but for me I really love the second half of the range session. That simply is where it is at. After the handgun portion, the juniors proceed to the MG portion. Joy is pulling M16 rifles off the rack and handing them to high school students. It’s always the same. A giant grin when they have it in their hands, and then the smile goes to eleven when they drain a magazine before the first piece of brass hits the ground.
The Boy popped off eight BBs in the basement last week and the girl launched five.
Smiling kids giggling as they run to check their target, air guns, and inside-out chicken pot pie for lunch. I could do that every day.
Almost any day at the late, lamented, Second Chance Bowling Pin Shoot would do.
If I had to pick it would be the day shooting the father and son event
with my oldest son.
He still has the 10/22 we won that day.
Saw a whole lot of famous shooters on the line there. Talked to several of them and drank a beer with Mas Ayoob at the match.
Rich Davis really knew how to throw a party.
Shooting the 2011 USPSA Area 7 Championship with several local friends and superstar JJ Racaza. Started off with some serious jitters. Coming off of the first stage and having a world class shooter hand me my mags and say nice run settled me down and I shot a great match.
Long time ago. Shooting with my father up in the power lines.
Dad shooting his hand-built muzzleloader, me with the Marlin 39A.
Both guns are mine now.
NMM1AFan
Free fire at the known distance machine gun range, 29 Palms, 1989. A half dozen M2HBs, a dozen odd M60 variants, a few SAWs, a couple Mk19s and everyone's individual weapons from M16A2s to compromised disconnect 870s to 1911s. The best part? Hundreds of thousands of rounds of ammo and they ALL had to be expended before we got to head back to the squad bay.
Got some Privates to make a 2K belt of tracers for the .50 and man, that was some awesome night fire! All before cell phones and YouTube of course.
Joe and I having a .30 cal day.
SMLEs, '03, M1917, Garand and a M1A.
Shot our shoulders black and blue.
Final rounds of the day were Joe's as he emptied the Garand sending brass and clip over the heads of 2 yoots shooting cute little .223s.
"What's that?" they asked.
"Real guns!" Joe said.
First time I went 74 out of 75 at trap.
Haven't much improved since, but I never forget that day.
Now there's a question to ponder. I might have it narrowed down by the time we're all in St. Louis for the NRA annual meeting.
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