It must be great to be my kid

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      To me, this is just funny, not as in hilarious but as in my, how things change. 
     
         When I was a kid I never, as in never, had enough ammo.   I few rounds here and there for target practice and the rest hoarded for hunting.   Of course there's a lot of things I didn't have as a kid, but this is about ammo.

         Yesterday I needed to stop by my oldest son's place to pick up something.  I told my 13 y/o old to put his new Henry .22 lever rifle in the truck and I tossed in a shooting bag.   After letting him plink through a couple of magazines we set up a paper target and made sure the rifle was lined up good, it was close enough for rocks a clods but needed fine tuned.

        After lining the rifle up I told him to have fun and left him  alone.   There is a washed off hillside there with plenty of rock and clods to bust.    Before I walked off he asked me how long he had and I told him "quit when you get tired of shooting or run out of ammunition", there was about 1000 rounds of .22 in the bag.   He just smiled and went to busting rocks.   

      Now comes the funny part.   He shot about 300 rounds and then quit for the day.    I can't even imagine what it would have been like, as a kid, to be able to fire 300 rounds, still have ammo, and quit shooting just because I was done.  I didn't really think about that until this morning.

jimdeere

Yep, my friend who is 86 told me his dad would give him six .22 bullets and told him he’d better come home with six squirrels.

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I figured some of you could relate to this.

danielgage

I don't regret growing up poor I learned how to make a shot count. Never was poor enough to be without food so I reckon I wasn't too poor. If I could have afforded more I reckon I would not have learned to appreciate a lot of things.

hillbille

used to make my grandkids mad if I cut them off before we were out of ammo, I usually took a 500ct brick. during the 22 scare few years back  I started refilling the 50ct boxes from the brick when I got home and then used them when we went to shoot I let them shoot the  50ct boxes till they were out, then they didn't get mad, they knew it was all gone........

Sam06

I was lucky as a kid.  My Dad would bring me a brick of 22 ammo every week.   He traveled just about every week, gone from Monday to Thurs or Fri but he always brought me a brick of ammo.  He usually whipped my * too for doing something stupid or PO'ing my Mom...............But I still got the ammo

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Sam06 said:

I was lucky as a kid.  My Dad would bring me a brick of 22 ammo every week.   He traveled just about every week, gone from Monday to Thurs or Fri but he always brought me a brick of ammo.  He usually whipped my * too for doing something stupid or PO'ing my Mom...............But I still got the ammo

You were lucky.  I was lucky if I got 300 rounds a year.

jimdeere

The Western Auto in my town would sell you .22 bullets if you were tall enough to put your money up on the counter.