Good Ole Fashion Giveaway - Winners Posted

[MarkR]

Got my werewolf bullet in the mail today, pretty snazzy!
Thanks GoC.

Me too! Way too cool!

[Uncle Leo]

The first and only rifle I ever built was an AR15.

The first and only rifle ammo I ever reloaded was .223.

The first reloaded ammo went in the first rifle build and it went bang.

[Waterloomike]

I think I've only lately, been able to appreciate my greatest firearm moment that is now very long past.

It was a result of being raised by grandparents that were born in the 1880's and 1890's. The freedom I had, is not to be had now.

Realizing and living that, was and is my greatest firearm experience.

I was allowed to have anything I could pay for.

I was given a .22 at age 11. It came with a box of shells, some brief instructions, fire a couple rounds and off you go.

All of the things that too many people would be too uneducated to grasp, were understood.

Like don't shoot at people, farm animals, property, etc..

Here I am 60 years later and still haven't seen a misbehaving gun.

Amazing!

[Dewey Cox]

I was not around for it, but the greatest moment for firearms was on January 23, 1855.
John Moses Browning was born.

[FALover]

Favorite firearms moment? Easy. I was in my early teens and had been working my first real summer jobs for a few local contractors who pumped/installed septic tanks. As my family was not one of those who where somehow 'entitled' I bought my own clothes, work boots, etc. My goal was to buy a rifle that fall with what was left. Summer was full of hard work, many blisters and learned a whole new version of the English language. I had scouted out many gun books and I was almost within reach of my dream. Back to school, some of my earnings had gone to school supplies but I was still hopeful that something was out there. Then came October. Birthdays were always remembered but never really anything big. Mom baked a cake, cards with a few dollars from granny and my aunts and uncles. Then dad brought out a blanket wrapped thing. ??? What was this my head thought. I unrolled the old blanket and there it was, my dad's rifle he had when he was a kid growing up in Kirkland Lake. He never ever mentioned that he had ever owned a gun and now here it was. A Marlin Model 81 that was old enough to not have a serial number. A box of old CIL .22 Long Rifle was included. I still have that old rifle to this day. It has long lost it's blue and is more brown than anything. The money I had saved went to having a Williams peep sight installed front and rear. I take it out now and then and when I do, the memories flood back to a much simpler time. Mom and Dad are gone now but they will never be forgotten. That birthday is etched in stone in my brain as well. Thanks for the opportunity to relive that day and share it with those who likely have very similar experiences. FAL.

[DT741]

Here is my entry:

Back when I started dating my now wife, she wanted to come and shoot with me. We went to our spot with a couple buddies, installed our targets and started our day. We had a 8" gong at 800m and I wasted 6 or 7 rounds trying to hit it (one of those days...). She asked me what I was aiming at. After explaining it to her, she ask me to try. I laughed and said "go ahead"

A shot was fired...

The gong was hit DEAD CENTER !

I still hear about it 8 years later from everybody that was there, including my wife !

[linung]

favorite firearm moment... that would have to be my first club match.

One of the best part about Sharon is the regular Saturday Club matches. It's a short IPSC style match and we alternate between shotgun and rifle. All club member can participate.

[chuckbuster]

A few years back, when my daughter was about 8 or 9, I took her along with my dad and my wife to the skeet range for an afternoon. I had a little Mossberg Mini Bantam in .410 that I had shown her how to use. There was nobody else at the range that summer afternoon so I had my daughter stand on a firing point while I hand tossed clay pigeons for her. She proceeded to load and shoot the gun at the clay birds as I tossed them; she even managed to smoke a few of them. Her mother was absolutely amazed at how safe and proficient she was with the gun; and my dad, sitting in the shade of the clubhouse porch was beaming over my obvious pride in my daughter.

Simpler times, and they weren’t all that long ago. Now she’s 17, almost done high school and her interest in time with the old man only extends as far as the handing over of my car keys. I’m told she’ll come around again, and I hope so.

[cory moffat]

The sunny days that I venture out to fine tuning my sights on one of my guns. And when I make all my shots touch in the dead Center of the Bulls eye. That makes it I love summer. Leave no can standing.

[Mr.Crumbz]

One of my favourite moments was about three years ago at Abbotsford Fish and Game. Took my wife to go shooting and meet friends, I hopped out of the car and heard a strange sound coming from the range we were walking up to, turns out there was a Vancouver ERT member who was practising with his suppressed un-neutered (single, 3 end burst, full auto) HK MP5, and suppresses AR15. After watching him for a bit I walked up to him and struck up a conversation and casually slipped that I would love to shoot the MP5. Needless to say I got a quick demo, loaded up two 30 round mags with ammunition, gave the charging handle the die hard slap and got to shred a couple silhouettes utilizing the selective fire options! What a blast!