Retired Sarge
Silver Member
In 1975, as a skinny 8 year old, my dad took me out shooting. No ear or eye protection used that day and it wasn't used much back then either in the field. We were stationed at Mountain Home AFB Idaho at the time.
First up 197? J.P. Sauer & Sohn Western Marshal in 44 Magnum. Pulled the trigger and the recoil put the hammer in my forehead. Nice goonie egg and bleeding like a pig. Dad was more concerned over my blood on the pistol.
Next, 197? Parker Hale model 1100 (I believe it's a Model 1100) 270 with a scope. Got the most severe scope bite you've ever seen. More blood, black eye, and looked like horror movie version of Petey the Dog of The Little Rascals fame. Man did it put me on my butt.
Next, 1975 Remington 1100 in 12 Gauge. By now I'm completely deaf, and my shoulder is black and blue. All I really remember was the noise and the kick.
Next 197? Winchester Model 94 Antique, didn't feel or hear much with it.
Lastly a 1973 Marlin 39M Original Golden-39M in 22. I honestly thought it had misfired, as I didn't hear or feel anything.
After I discovered it actually fired, my dad said I'll learn to shoot and hunt with it until I'm 100% proficient with it and I'm big enough to handle the big toys.
By the time we got home, my right eye, from the scope bite, was swollen shut, puffy as hell, and crusted over with blood. Still have a scar along my right eye brow from it.
The goonie egg on my forehead, had reached its peak in size, and was about as big around as a soda can, with a nice gash in the center.
Plus I was sporting a large nasty multi color bruise on my shoulder and arm, man did it ever hurt for days. I was damn near deaf for 2 or 3 days after that, between the ringing and the muffled sound,
My mom asked my dad what the hell happened, with her literally asking if he had beat me. He just responded with, "I taught the boy to shoot, and to respect guns. He'll never make those mistakes again."
Then told me to get busy and break the guns down and clean them before bed, and to pay attention to the hammer on the 44 and the scope on the 270.
I own 3 of the 5 today (The J.P. Sauer & Sohn, Remington and Marlin) and my brother got the other 2 (Parker Hale and Winchester).
Pic 1 197? J.P. Sauer & Sohn Western Marshal.
Pic 2 1975 Remington Model 1100.
Pic 3 1973 Marlin Original Golden-39M.
First up 197? J.P. Sauer & Sohn Western Marshal in 44 Magnum. Pulled the trigger and the recoil put the hammer in my forehead. Nice goonie egg and bleeding like a pig. Dad was more concerned over my blood on the pistol.
Next, 197? Parker Hale model 1100 (I believe it's a Model 1100) 270 with a scope. Got the most severe scope bite you've ever seen. More blood, black eye, and looked like horror movie version of Petey the Dog of The Little Rascals fame. Man did it put me on my butt.
Next, 1975 Remington 1100 in 12 Gauge. By now I'm completely deaf, and my shoulder is black and blue. All I really remember was the noise and the kick.
Next 197? Winchester Model 94 Antique, didn't feel or hear much with it.
Lastly a 1973 Marlin 39M Original Golden-39M in 22. I honestly thought it had misfired, as I didn't hear or feel anything.
After I discovered it actually fired, my dad said I'll learn to shoot and hunt with it until I'm 100% proficient with it and I'm big enough to handle the big toys.
By the time we got home, my right eye, from the scope bite, was swollen shut, puffy as hell, and crusted over with blood. Still have a scar along my right eye brow from it.
The goonie egg on my forehead, had reached its peak in size, and was about as big around as a soda can, with a nice gash in the center.
Plus I was sporting a large nasty multi color bruise on my shoulder and arm, man did it ever hurt for days. I was damn near deaf for 2 or 3 days after that, between the ringing and the muffled sound,
My mom asked my dad what the hell happened, with her literally asking if he had beat me. He just responded with, "I taught the boy to shoot, and to respect guns. He'll never make those mistakes again."
Then told me to get busy and break the guns down and clean them before bed, and to pay attention to the hammer on the 44 and the scope on the 270.
I own 3 of the 5 today (The J.P. Sauer & Sohn, Remington and Marlin) and my brother got the other 2 (Parker Hale and Winchester).
Pic 1 197? J.P. Sauer & Sohn Western Marshal.
Pic 2 1975 Remington Model 1100.
Pic 3 1973 Marlin Original Golden-39M.
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