by Wapiti » 15 Jun 2026, 6:49 am
My Mum and dad used to take us for an air rifle shoot in the bush out Compton road way, when we were kids. She's pack an esky of drinks and fruit and maybe some of her baking in a tupperware box, and we'd shoot cans and targets made from boxes. But that was dads' gun, bought from Struddy's Sports store in Sunnybank. I really was drooling at the Bentley 8-shot pumps, the Stirling Mod 20 semi-autos, or the Winchester 70 222,s and 243's.
Then, when I was about 12?, a neighbour asked that I'd feed their dog over Easter when they were away, and gave me that Stirling Mod 20 semi-auto for payment. Was completely normal then. Mum and Dad, even though they'd watched GI's executing German teenage paratroopers in the streets at the end of WW2, had no issues with it.
Brightways hardware at Sunnybank sold me the ammo, even though how young I was. He'd take my money from working in the fish 'n chip shop next door with a wink, never a caution.
They just said, behave yourself with that.
So in theory, that was my first gun.
The first one I bought was a 1951 Garand 30-06, with help from Dad. Didn't even have a drivers license yet.
Dad had no dramas with that choice, because he'd carried one in the Dutch East Indies against the Indonesians, and again in South America. He showed me how to disassemble it with virtually a blindfold on, all those many years later in what was FREE Australia. When the country was run by politicians intent on building it, instead of activists.
I'd bet that Garand was crushed in '96, but I actually hope it's stashed in someone's shed, as the piece of engineering excellence and prize that it was.
"The only way to avoid criticism is to do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing."
Aristotle.
Regards G,
AKA Dr. Doolittle