Barrel Length vs Power

DavidJayUden · 04-04-2017, 11:12 PM

Now there's a slice of real Americana, send a 12 year old out with a pistol and a bunch of ammo, tell them not to come home until it's all gone.
In my younger days my parents would drop me off at a nearby prairie dog town with a .22 and a brick of hollow points. They'd come back much later in the day, load me up and I'd sleep all the way home. Good times.
dju

G.T. · 04-04-2017, 11:30 PM

When I wasn't shooting the Luger, I had a Ruger 10/22 open sight Sporter, (first year!) on a sling around my neck on a Harley Davidson M50 (girls model step thru) going right down the center of the railroad tracks shooting gophers that dared to show themselves...

.... God it was fun! Many a gopher was the victim of ricochet!!! Rifle rocked!!! trigger pull was horrendous!!! I was a knot head... it was perfect! til....lat'r...GT....

rhuff · 04-05-2017, 02:05 PM

We had a prairie dog town about 2 miles out of town. On Sunday, my dad would load up the three boys and our .22 guns and out we would go. We shot from out of the car windows, or got out and shot across the hood. I question how many we really hit as none we close shots, but we thought we hit a lot of them.

One can't go home again, but I sure wish that I could every now and again.

Rick W. · 04-05-2017, 02:23 PM

When I was young and on the farm, Dad would load up 22 shorts in a Remington 550, and hand it to me. I was not allowed 22lrs, they were too powerful....

......but he made sure I knew how to handle and respect firearms, before giving me a pass.

As I got older to be able to look out the front picture window, my uncle Ed would come over to hunt quail with his brothers. All had Browning A5's, mostly 20's; uncle Ed's was a sweet 16. At the end of the day, uncle Ed would sit me down with the 16 and teach me how to care for it.................gosh, I loved that back then and even now; nothing like a fine firearm and knowledgeable, loving folks.

My Uncle Dutch hunted with a 28 gauge; nope, not a Browning; he was a little bit of a maverick. Mom told me I am a little like Uncle Dutch, he always had a fast car; guess for now my blue devil is fast enough for me............but one can never have enough horsepower you know.......

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fond times, mighty generous of folks to relate such.

04-04-2017, 11:30 PM	#2
G.T. Lifer Lifetime Forum Patron Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Chandler Arizona Posts: 3,528 Thanks: 1,334 Thanked 3,711 Times in 1,014 Posts	kids then! When I wasn't shooting the Luger, I had a Ruger 10/22 open sight Sporter, (first year!) on a sling around my neck on a Harley Davidson M50 (girls model step thru) going right down the center of the railroad tracks shooting gophers that dared to show themselves....... God it was fun! Many a gopher was the victim of ricochet!!! Rifle rocked!!! trigger pull was horrendous!!! I was a knot head... it was perfect! til....lat'r...GT....

04-04-2017, 11:12 PM	#1
DavidJayUden Patron LugerForum Patron Join Date: Nov 2008 Posts: 4,047 Thanks: 578 Thanked 1,414 Times in 887 Posts	Now there's a slice of real Americana, send a 12 year old out with a pistol and a bunch of ammo, tell them not to come home until it's all gone. In my younger days my parents would drop me off at a nearby prairie dog town with a .22 and a brick of hollow points. They'd come back much later in the day, load me up and I'd sleep all the way home. Good times. dju

04-05-2017, 02:05 PM	#3
rhuff Patron LugerForum Patron Join Date: Mar 2011 Location: Az. Posts: 2,308 Thanks: 2,737 Thanked 993 Times in 729 Posts	We had a prairie dog town about 2 miles out of town. On Sunday, my dad would load up the three boys and our .22 guns and out we would go. We shot from out of the car windows, or got out and shot across the hood. I question how many we really hit as none we close shots, but we thought we hit a lot of them. One can't go home again, but I sure wish that I could every now and again.

04-05-2017, 02:23 PM	#4
Rick W. User Join Date: Jun 2002 Posts: 339 Thanks: 81 Thanked 359 Times in 198 Posts	When I was young and on the farm, Dad would load up 22 shorts in a Remington 550, and hand it to me. I was not allowed 22lrs, they were too powerful.... ......but he made sure I knew how to handle and respect firearms, before giving me a pass. As I got older to be able to look out the front picture window, my uncle Ed would come over to hunt quail with his brothers. All had Browning A5's, mostly 20's; uncle Ed's was a sweet 16. At the end of the day, uncle Ed would sit me down with the 16 and teach me how to care for it.................gosh, I loved that back then and even now; nothing like a fine firearm and knowledgeable, loving folks. My Uncle Dutch hunted with a 28 gauge; nope, not a Browning; he was a little bit of a maverick. Mom told me I am a little like Uncle Dutch, he always had a fast car; guess for now my blue devil is fast enough for me............but one can never have enough horsepower you know....... . fond times, mighty generous of folks to relate such.