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[Thepartsguy]

I will say this thread has me thinking about stuff and I think I might have done something that is actually worth being shunned… like I actually might have genuinely f****ed up.

I am not lying my grandfather was a 90 year old Korean War veteran who received a Purple Heart. He was shot twice with a carbon rifle and stabbed with bayonets 5 times. They just said screw removing the one bullet the doctors did not feel comfortable going that close to his heart to get it out of him.


I think it very well may have been the rifle he used in the war himself that was in the gunsafe and I did not want it so my uncle snagged it… I think I might be a moron. It towered above the other guns in his safe I also did not want. But again 17 and no business having them.

 

[Whitetrashrocker]

You'll always have the one that got away. Guns, cars, girls...
Ask your uncle about it. Does he cherish it? Would he part with it? You never know.
Ask to go shoot it.

Buy the ammo and go tell grandpa stories.

 

[Hellion]

May the giant floating stone head of Zardoz vomit guns upon thee.

The Gun is Good!

The benis is evil! It shoots seeds and poisons the Earth with a plague of men.

I think John Boorman was high on the devil’s lettuce throughout the entire production but hey, it was the 70s.

 

[Whitetrashrocker]

Did he just slide cock a revolver?

 

[Hellion]

Did he just slide cock a revolver?

Two words: Webley-Fosbery

 

[Denny]

Most of my guns are hand me downs. Some over 100 years old. From grandfather, and uncles and now my dad. They are my most precious possessions and rarely get shot anymore. None are of great value except to me.

 

[Wicked_Daddy]

I think it very well may have been the rifle he used in the war himself that was in the gunsafe and I did not want it so my uncle snagged it… I think I might be a moron. It towered above the other guns in his safe I also did not want. But again 17 and no business having them.

As you describe it as long, it was most likely an M1 Garand. My father also fought in Korea (and Viet Nam). The M1 was always his favorite. You can get lucky finding one at a pawn shop or a more esoteric gun store. I bought a restored one a couple years ago through the Civilian Marksmanship Program (https://thecmp.org/sales-and-service/m1-garand/).

My Dad is a retired Marine and has access to the ranges on Camp Pendleton. He's 92 but you'd never know it - tough SOB. On a trip to see him I took the Garand and we had a day with it on the range. He literally teared up when I surprised him with it. Great day, and the old jarhead can still hit bullseyes with it.

 

[Wicked_Daddy]

Hand me downs...

When my Uncle passed away, my aunt gave me his 1968 Remington .30-06. He kept it in the back of his plumbing van. I remember him showing it to me when I was probably 8 or 9. It was beat up even then and he referred to it as his attitude adjuster.

When I got it many years later, the butt of the stock was missing (broke off) and the metal was rusted to the point of possibly not being salvageable. So I vowed to bring it back to life. Aside from threading the barrel for that muzzle brake, I did the work myself. The abundant copper fouling in the barrel is probably what saved the rifling from rust. A lot of cleaning, sanding, blueing, polishing, etc., and she shoots amazingly straight - a testament to Remington's quality back then. I even found an old Simmons scope to honor the vintage. It had broken crosshairs and Simmons (actually Bushnell now) repaired it for free as part of their lifetime warranty program.

She's easily my favorite rifle now.

 

[Sparkwizard]

In 1996, I took a job in a city 60 miles away, drove my 77 chevy truck back and forth every day until I found a house up there. I had a consealed carry permit, so I usually had my Hi Power in the seat next to me. We had a party aftre work one Friday, and I stayed longer and drank more beer than I should have. On the way home, after 1 AM, a car behind me seemed to be close and his lights were in my huge mirrors, so I rolled the window down and smacked the mirror away from my eyes. He pulled me over when I did that. I guess I may have swerved. I told him the pistol was on the seat. I stepped out, he removed the pistol, removed the magazine, pulled the slide back and saw it was empty. He tried to drop the hammer but the mag needs to be in it, so he left it cocked. We sat in his car. He asked me what happened back there in that curve and I explained his high beams were blinding me. He said they were low beams but he carried a lot of stuff in the trunk. I explained the lights were supposed to be adjusted during safety inspection with the normal load in the vehicle. He asked if I was some kind of master mechanic or something. I told him "Yes, look at the patch on my shoulder. He chuckled at that. He ran my driver's license number, which is also my permit number. He said 'Hold out your hands'. He stripped all of the bullets out of the mag into my hands. 'Put those in your pocket.' Then he inserted the mag, dropped the hammer and handed it back to me. 'I don't want to be responsible for that'. We went to the local county courthouse, sat in the basement waiting for the breathylizer guy to arrive. Just me and that State trooper. I needed to pee really bad. He said no. I told him to find a mop because it's an emergency. He said, across the hall is a men's room. I left the Browning on the desk where he was sitting. He stopped me, reminded me he didn't want to be responsible for it. So, I'm standing in a courthouse, waiting to be charged with DUI, pocket full of hollow points and pistol sitting on the urinal. Walked back across the hall. He didn't even look to see if I had loaded it. I blew well over the limit. Went in front of a magistrate who got woken up to come in. He asked if he could see the pistol. Said that's nice and released me on my own recognizance. I called my boss. Everybody left me all alone in the basement of the courthouse. My boss showed up, looked through the door and saw me walking around all alone with my pistol. His initial impression was that I shot the trooper. He took me back to my truck and I drove home, he went back home. I didn't go to court for almost a year after that.

 

[Thepartsguy]

As you describe it as long, it was most likely an M1 Garand. My father also fought in Korea (and Viet Nam). The M1 was always his favorite. You can get lucky finding one at a pawn shop or a more esoteric gun store. I bought a restored one a couple years ago through the Civilian Marksmanship Program (https://thecmp.org/sales-and-service/m1-garand/).

My Dad is a retired Marine and has access to the ranges on Camp Pendleton. He's 92 but you'd never know it - tough SOB. On a trip to see him I took the Garand and we had a day with it on the range. He literally teared up when I surprised him with it. Great day, and the old jarhead can still hit bullseyes with it.

I asked land he wants to keep it. It is an M1 we are not sure if it’s something my grandfather used in the war or it might be acquired after my uncle Glenn’s home burnt down in I think 2011

I guess I’m not broken up about it but thinking back I can remember some guns he owned i had a phone and remember them all being pretty weird.

One I do remember searching was a German ruger in the original box. And the one other I remember specifically said bulldog on the side and had a drop out 6 ”spinner” it was a cowboy pistol.

I would like to go to a range one day though. That does sound extremely fun.

 

[Whitetrashrocker]

Two words: Webley-Fosbery

I have a Webley.

 

[Wicked_Daddy]

I didn't go to court for almost a year after that.

Really left us hanging... great story. But what happened? I thought they just let you go and that was the end of it.