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Silver bullet giveaway!

4 Winners will be picked.
2 Mods and 2 GOC Members will be picked.

Mods must tell us their most embarrassing firearms moment (nothing illegal) to enter.

GOC members tell us their Favorite firearms Moment.

Moderators giveaway will be judged by myself.
GOC Member's will be judged by the mods.

Each winner will receive 1 silver bullet (1 Oz of silver in the form of a bullet)

I'm going to give some time for this one, so the draw will be Feb 1, 2020 6am mst

Enter by posting your Moment :)

Good Luck

EDIT

Took abit of time to be honest going back and forth.

1st place for the members was easy for the mods - MarkR
2nd place was a tie and I had to do the tie break - Stephen

Guys, PM me your mailing address and names and i'll get your prizes sent out.



Blacksmithden and Rory McCanuck win the mod prizes
 
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So I presume you want us to post our Favourite Firearms Moment here.

Here goes: I grew up in a family that while our immediate family didn't hunt or shoot, I had lots of uncles who did hunt. I picked up the hobby, along with fur trapping, almost against my mother's wishes. That all said, my favourite firearm moment was when I was young lad out with my father for a hike. I had my .410 break action Cooey and my dad was just along for the hike. I managed to bag two grouse and I found it hard to juggle the two birds plus my shotgun. I remember asking my father if he would carry the birds for me. I still remember him telling me "Son, I'd be proud to". I haven't hunted in years but I do shoot. I still remember that day, and I miss my dad.
 
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My favourite firearms moment - my gun club had a family match a few years ago. The child had to compete as a team with a parent. We went and my wife and son were one team, and my daughter and I were another. There were a couple other fathers there with their sons, making 5 teams in total. They ran it with a few different challenges; silhouette shooting and at a scoring target. I had, the year before, made her a pink Cooey. It was a model 39 I got with a stock that wasn't so great. I fixed the stock, and cut it down to fit her, and painted it pink. And got her pink ear defenders and pink shooting glasses and a pink trigger lock. She was very proud of it when she got to the range, all decked out in pink. I am happy to say she won the trophy that day, and was smiling from ear to ear...
 
The first time I went shooting with a handgun. I was with my GF and they made us shoot a 686 in 357 mag. She shot the 6 rounds in about a 2 inch group at 7 meters.

I went and shot the whole cylinder, and the target was untouched. I never thought something like the scene in pulp fiction was possible in real life, but after my terrible shooting, I knew that ;

A) it was

B) I had to get my license to practice and get better

and here is the scene :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mw8NR6p8gyI
 
my best day

my best day

I know a retired JTF sniper. I shoot with him once in a while. One day, autumn of 2018 he, his wife and I were at the range where I was an RSO. I was just there to watch while they sighted in their rifles for a moose hunt. At one point, he asked if I wanted to fire his Timberwolf. Well yes. He was on the spotting scope. I hit a little low and right. I swore a little bit. He just said, "Do it again." I fired again and just shook my head. "Where the fu*& did it go? It's not even on the paper!" He laughed and said, "Do it again. Aim for your bullet hole this time." I did. And again I said, "WTF??!!" He said, "You key holed it twice." I looked at the target through the scope again and shook my head. I said, "That's BS." He said, "No, it's not. That's just good shooting. Nothing less." His wife said, "If he says you did, you did." I've shot with him a couple dozen times. I've been shooting since I was a kid and handguns since 1985. That day in 2018, I took three shots and then a sniper from JTF-2 shook my hand... that was my best day with a gun.
 
GOC members tell us their Favorite firearms Moment:

Was the first pistol I bought which is my S&W 686.... I bought it just after I join the gun club to which I am still a member from 1998....
 
My favourite moment was when I was a range officer at an indoor range in a mall where the general public could rent firearms.

A lady and her man came in, the man was the body builder, skater boy hat on backwards type, joking around about how he knew a lot about guns etc, and the girl was the silent shy type. I gave them the usual spiel about safety rules and how to operate the firearms safely, and then they went to it. As they shot I gave them instruction on how to improve their technique, each focusing on their own target and unaware of how the other was doing. When they came out of the range the staff said "how'd you do?" and the lady held up her target with a big grin on her face and there was about a 3" hole in the center with a few earlier shots here and there, and the guy had rosy cheeks and looked rather embarassed. His target looked like it had been shot at with a 6" barreled shotgun with buckshot hahaha he just stared at the ground and drug her out of there as fast as he could.

It turns out after working there for a while I learned women are much better at taking constructive criticism and applying it to their shooting ability, because that situation was not a rare occurrence haha. Priceless.
 
Those are all very embarrassing moments. But not so much the one about missing the target completely while the GF didn't.
Did I get this right?
 
My Favorite moment was taking my 12 year old cousin shooting for the first time and seeing him light up like a Christmas tree after ringing steel at 100 yards on his first try.
 
Have friends visiting from EU and what can be more fun for guys that never shot a gun in their life then a range day.
I explain we have to do first at home some good safe handling/training of firearms before shooting and everybody was happy with it...
Next day we go to local range and I choose my old German SIG Sauer P226 and we put the targets at 7 m distance.
I agree to start with only 3 rounds in the mags per shooter and all four of us were ready for shooting.
I was of course the last to shoot because I have to be with every new shooter at arms length for safety.
As partially expected from my all three visitors only one was lucky to have one round in the target in three shots allowed, and he was fully applauded.
My turn comes too and after I shot fast my 3 rounds everybody starting to have a very good laugh and pointing to my target...I took a look too and seen only one small black hole in my target. We get there and the thing with my friends was still high on fun because they thought I'm a lousy shooter after so many years into firearms and training....When we pick it up the target and have a close look they find out all my shots were in the same target hole, hole was not a perfect circle, more like a triangle star...so nobody was laughing no more (I was the only one with a smirk on my face) I just get couple of friendly slaps on my back ...and of course we had a good BBQ and beer after that at home.
Finally everybody agreed that you cannot handle a handgun like in the movies, you become a good & accurate shooter only after hours and hours of good training.
So that was one of many (funny) Favorite Firearms Moments....!
Cheers to everybody!
Wolfstrack
 
I was 16 years old, and saw an ad in a local newspaper for a Winchester / Cooey .22LR semi-auto rifle for sale at K-Mart Canada. I still remember that my Dad had to go with me to the local store, and act/vouch for me as my sponsor because I think you had to be 18 to buy a gun back then by yourself. The clerk showed us the rifle, and I was more than agog, as a young man who knew very little about firearms at all. It was a work of art from the smoothly finished natural wood stock and forend, to the dark steel barrel and action, with just a hint of blue. After we left the store, Dad gave me my first lessons in gun safety, as he had been in the military during WWII. He showed me what was what on the gun, and said, "you'd better be very careful with this, it's not a toy, and you don't get a second chance if you make a first mistake". I still remember those words to this day. About a week later, I got out to a friend's farm north of the town where I lived, proudly carrying my new rifle. I finally got the chance to press the loaded magazine into place, cycle the action to chamber the first round, and squeeze the trigger like my Dad had shown me. I felt the slight recoil, and heard the loud, unmistakable rimfire "snap" sound of the first discharge. I grazed the target on my first try, and on that day, I knew I had found my sport and my place in the universe. It was truly unforgettable.
 
After meeting Wendy Cukier at a Toronto Theatre presentation of "CATS", I got a chance to talk to her about guns after buying her a glass of Dom Perignon. Through pure charm I convinced her to attend a shooting range with me so she could see just how rude and dangerously firearms can behave. At the range she became totally giddy with excitement,while firing my M4A1 SOCOM rebarrelled to a cheeky fat 8"er. She was so stricken with the piece, she became almost transcendent, and swore to me, that she would become a spokesperson for gun rights and CCW.
 
My favourite firearms moment was over 35 years ago my first competition as a sea cadet at hmcs Scotian in Halifax
We were shooting Enfield .22s at dcra targets , I came off with a second place but shooting that first comp was the best part ..... I wish I could go back
 
The first and only rifle I ever built was an AR15.

The first and only rifle ammo I ever reloaded was .223.

The first reloaded ammo went in the first rifle build and it went bang.
 
I was not around for it, but the greatest moment for firearms was on January 23, 1855.
John Moses Browning was born.
 
Favorite firearms moment? Easy. I was in my early teens and had been working my first real summer jobs for a few local contractors who pumped/installed septic tanks. As my family was not one of those who where somehow 'entitled' I bought my own clothes, work boots, etc. My goal was to buy a rifle that fall with what was left. Summer was full of hard work, many blisters and learned a whole new version of the English language. I had scouted out many gun books and I was almost within reach of my dream. Back to school, some of my earnings had gone to school supplies but I was still hopeful that something was out there. Then came October. Birthdays were always remembered but never really anything big. Mom baked a cake, cards with a few dollars from granny and my aunts and uncles. Then dad brought out a blanket wrapped thing. ??? What was this my head thought. I unrolled the old blanket and there it was, my dad's rifle he had when he was a kid growing up in Kirkland Lake. He never ever mentioned that he had ever owned a gun and now here it was. A Marlin Model 81 that was old enough to not have a serial number. A box of old CIL .22 Long Rifle was included. I still have that old rifle to this day. It has long lost it's blue and is more brown than anything. The money I had saved went to having a Williams peep sight installed front and rear. I take it out now and then and when I do, the memories flood back to a much simpler time. Mom and Dad are gone now but they will never be forgotten. That birthday is etched in stone in my brain as well. Thanks for the opportunity to relive that day and share it with those who likely have very similar experiences. FAL.
 
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After meeting Wendy Cukier at a Toronto Theatre presentation of "CATS", I got a chance to talk to her about guns after buying her a glass of Dom Perignon. Through pure charm I convinced her to attend a shooting range with me so she could see just how rude and dangerously firearms can behave. At the range she became totally giddy with excitement,while firing my M4A1 SOCOM rebarrelled to a cheeky fat 8"er. She was so stricken with the piece, she became almost transcendent, and swore to me, that she would become a spokesperson for gun rights and CCW.
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3MTA3 said:
After meeting Wendy Cukier at a Toronto Theatre presentation of "CATS", I got a chance to talk to her about guns after buying her a glass of Dom Perignon. Through pure charm I convinced her to attend a shooting range with me so she could see just how rude and dangerously firearms can behave. At the range she became totally giddy with excitement,while firing my M4A1 SOCOM rebarrelled to a cheeky fat 8"er. She was so stricken with the piece, she became almost transcendent, and swore to me, that she would become a spokesperson for gun rights and CCW.
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Liar, Liar, pants on fire!
 
Here is my entry:

Back when I started dating my now wife, she wanted to come and shoot with me. We went to our spot with a couple buddies, installed our targets and started our day. We had a 8" gong at 800m and I wasted 6 or 7 rounds trying to hit it (one of those days...). She asked me what I was aiming at. After explaining it to her, she ask me to try. I laughed and said "go ahead"

A shot was fired...

The gong was hit DEAD CENTER !

I still hear about it 8 years later from everybody that was there, including my wife !
 
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I think I've only lately, been able to appreciate my greatest firearm moment that is now very long past.

It was a result of being raised by grandparents that were born in the 1880's and 1890's. The freedom I had, is not to be had now.

Realizing and living that, was and is my greatest firearm experience.

I was allowed to have anything I could pay for.

I was given a .22 at age 11. It came with a box of shells, some brief instructions, fire a couple rounds and off you go.

All of the things that too many people would be too uneducated to grasp, were understood.

Like don't shoot at people, farm animals, property, etc..

Here I am 60 years later and still haven't seen a misbehaving gun.

Amazing!
 
favorite firearm moment... that would have to be my first club match.

One of the best part about Sharon is the regular Saturday Club matches. It's a short IPSC style match and we alternate between shotgun and rifle. All club member can participate.
 
A few years back, when my daughter was about 8 or 9, I took her along with my dad and my wife to the skeet range for an afternoon. I had a little Mossberg Mini Bantam in .410 that I had shown her how to use. There was nobody else at the range that summer afternoon so I had my daughter stand on a firing point while I hand tossed clay pigeons for her. She proceeded to load and shoot the gun at the clay birds as I tossed them; she even managed to smoke a few of them. Her mother was absolutely amazed at how safe and proficient she was with the gun; and my dad, sitting in the shade of the clubhouse porch was beaming over my obvious pride in my daughter.

Simpler times, and they weren’t all that long ago. Now she’s 17, almost done high school and her interest in time with the old man only extends as far as the handing over of my car keys. I’m told she’ll come around again, and I hope so.
 
The sunny days that I venture out to fine tuning my sights on one of my guns. And when I make all my shots touch in the dead Center of the Bulls eye. That makes it I love summer. Leave no can standing.
 
My favourite moment was taking my uncle, who has been diagnosed with terminal prostate cancer, for a full day of handgun shooting. It's a moment in time that I will never forget.
 
One of my favourite moments was about three years ago at Abbotsford Fish and Game. Took my wife to go shooting and meet friends, I hopped out of the car and heard a strange sound coming from the range we were walking up to, turns out there was a Vancouver ERT member who was practising with his suppressed un-neutered (single, 3 end burst, full auto) HK MP5, and suppresses AR15. After watching him for a bit I walked up to him and struck up a conversation and casually slipped that I would love to shoot the MP5. Needless to say I got a quick demo, loaded up two 30 round mags with ammunition, gave the charging handle the die hard slap and got to shred a couple silhouettes utilizing the selective fire options! What a blast!
 
My favourite moment & moments with a firearm was as a kid. We had an old gravel pit close to our house and every once in awhile my dad would get the old double barrel 12 gauge, the 410 and the Cooey 22 out. Off to the pit he and my brothers would go and he would let us shoot. The day I was finally big enough to shoot the double barrel was one of the best days I can remember. There is something magical to just be out plinking with family seeing who could shoot better that day. Although my dad never hunted or really shot very much he always seemed to be able to out shoot all of us. Those moments are my favourites and some day I hope to share moments like that with my grandchildren.
 
Dewey Cox said:
A few pieces of silver sure gets people talking.
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Each winner will receive 1 silver bullet (1 metric tonne of silver in the form of a bullet. Each piece an original sculpture, created for GunOwnersOfCanada by the artists at the Franklin Mint. Each piece cast in pure silver, set in a brass cartridge base, hand enameled in Canadian red. The detail is as authentic as it is astonishing. Each bullet is delivered on a fine oak pallet, provided at no additional charge.)
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That's over $585,000 USD per bullet just in silver alone !
 
Ok, here goes. ^ yup Dewey I guess it does lol. Though when I first saw this I didn't think I could come up with a good enough story to share. That got me thinking (as I believe was the purpose behind this) about some of the times with out with guns and family..... I've narrowed it down to three

My boy was about nine or ten when I decided that it was time for him to move up from a 22 rimfire. There just happened to be a gun show in town shortly after that. So, we went cruising up and down the aisles looking at all the guns, war memorabilia, scopes, knives and so on. Well I spot a 222 on a rack, a Savage 340. Nice shape, not too big, should be something he could handle so I buy it. He was pretty excited about it and I promised we'd get out to shoot in a day or two. Early in the evening a couple of the dogs start raising a rukus and we go out to investigate. They had treed a squirrel. This wasn't unusual as these dogs were avid hunters themselves always looking for mice and squirrels - they'd even catch the odd squirrel (and more mice than any cat that was ever around here). But this day Billie was pretty worked up, trying to climb the tree, barking, whining and actually trying to take the tree down pulling the bark of in strips! I told my son to go get the 22 (he was well trained and I had no issue sending him - he knew to keep it unloaded) and we'll help Billie get his squirrel. Off he goes to the house grabs the gun and the mag while I keep an eye out on the squirrel. I point the squirrel out to him, he loads, gets set and BANG!!! not pop, BANG! He thought I'd meant the 222 when I said 22. Guess he hadn't heard of triple duece yet. Anyway, he hit the tree beside the squirrel but it came down almost like it had been shot - arms and legs stretched out doing a belly flop to the ground. Billie didn't get his squirrel that day as he was scared of loud noise and went to his house to hide when he saw it. Gotta be specific when dealing with kids....

My boys first deer. It was the first year he was able to hunt big game so he would have been fourteen. Nothing spectacular about it but it will always be with me. We were hunting at a buddies place near Hanna and had walked a couple of coulées and were heading back to the house for lunch when we spotted a group of does (we had started putting him in draws so he could go the first year he was old enough) in a little draw. We got out and he lined up on a nice doe at about a hundred yards and let fly with his Grandpa's old 303 that I had hand loaded for. Perfect shot, down she went! He was so excited he had to call Grandpa to tell him. This was pre every one had a cell phone days, I had one that I carried for work and let him use it. I can still remember the excitement in his voice as he described the hunt and shot over the phone sitting in the field to my Dad.

The last one was just this year. My girlfriend has developed an interest in guns and wanted to go hunting. I first bought her a 223 and took her to the range. That got her interested even more. She is determined to make small holes. She really wanted to go goose shooting so I go about finding a shotgun for her. First I found a 12 gauge semi - I thought it would be good for her as the action would use up most of the energy in recoil but it was too big and heavy for her. Oh, she's a lefty too so hard to find. I was talking with a buddy and he says go get a youth model 20 gauge pump, it won't kill her and it doesn't matter about left or right (he's left handed too). Just so happens Cabelas has a Mossberg youth model on sale so I buy it. We go to the range, go over the operation hand throw some clay and she really wants to shoot a goose. This fall we go with my buddy, put out all the decoys, build a blind, get all set up and then we have to sit and wait. Quiet and patience isn't her strong suit lol but she made it till the geese started flying,and coming in. She didn't hit a thing but was so excited and pumped - she's hooked! Can't wait till next year. Oh, the next time we went out she confessed that last time she was so excited that after her first shot she forgot she had more and didn't work the action to take another lol, just watched as we hammered some birds. I think I'll keep her
 
One of my favorite moments was watching my brother inlaw shoot 3 1/2 inch slugs. He must NOT have had it tight against his shoulder because the bruise was almost black next time I saw him. I had a pretty good laugh.
The other was taking my granddaughter out with a 1022 she had a great time and now she wants to hunt.
 
My grandfather willed me his W.W. Greener .22. It is a Martini-Henry style takedown with nice engraving. I had Greener date it for me and they told me it was made in 1909. My mother tells me my grandfather won it in a shooting competition in England when he was in his late teens. That would have been around 1919 so the rifle (and case with cleaning kit etc) would have been used I suppose, but was the top prize anyway. After WWII my grandfather took his family (and my 5 year old mother at the time) to Rhodesia to farm. After a little over a year they moved back to England and then shortly thereafter came to Canada. My grandfather had many firearms over his lifetime, but my Mum says that one rifle is the only one he dragged from continent to continent and the only one he kept when he finally gave them up (I would have been a child at that time and not aware).

So this brings me to my favourite firearms moment, when a couple of summers ago my parents and sister came out from BC to visit. I took them to the range naturally and they all took turns firing Grandpa's rifle. But my Mum especially, the look of joy on her face! She said she'd never actually fired it before but remembers the rifle being around (my grandparents were farmers most of their lives) and firing it connected her to her long departed (1994) dad. She thanked me for that moment, which always feels nice when you can do something for your parents. That rifle already was a family heirloom, but that day really cemented it for me as I'd never actually seen it prior to it being willed to me. Oh, and it's accurate AF!
 
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Sinbad said:
One of my favorite moments was watching my brother inlaw shoot 3 1/2 inch slugs. He must NOT have had it tight against his shoulder because the bruise was almost black next time I saw him. I had a pretty good laugh.
The other was taking my granddaughter out with a 1022 she had a great time and now she wants to hunt.
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I tried to get my step brother to shoot my 12 gauge when he was 12. He wouldn't do it. I didn't make fun of him. Good job I didn't. He grew up to be a very big man and a bull rider. I ended up coming up to his waist.
 
Best firearms moment ever was when we got a university criminology class out for a firearms familiarization at the range. One girl shot every gun that was available more than once, and was engaging members in conversation about getting her PAL, firearms laws, and the politics surrounding it all. As she left we heard her say to her friend: "I'm never voting Liberal again"
 
My favorite firearms moment was turning my wife into a gunnie. She grew up around hunting, so rifles made sense to her, pistols and other restricted firearms didn't and scared her to some extent. She used to pretend they didn't exist. A few years ago she decided she wanted to come hunting with me, so she needed to do her PAL, I told her she should take the RPAL as well. She was in tears when I brought a couple pistols out to show her before her class. Now she has her own pistol and loves getting some range time as much as I do. A close second was getting ready for a Mapleseed last year my 2 year old daughter saw my 10/22 and said "Daddy I want that pew pew."
 
Favorite would probably be when my boys then 9 and 6 fired their first shot. After that would be the mg42 or the thompson or getting my own first gun, or or or.....
 
Well, as for an embarrassing moment since I'm one of the lucky mods, I don't have much but last year for the ipsc training and first match - my uber reliable 1911 turned into the fable 1911 jamaholic once it was under oiled and out in some heavy rain.
I got some satisfaction from other pistols ending up the same, but my ego was still struck.
The next day was the first ipsc match, and on the first stage I was using some borrowed 8rd magazines. Into the prone position on a bench I go, squeeze the trigger, and click.
Half a dozen tap - rack but no bangs later, and I finally ditch the bad magazine and complete the stage with my time and ego in shatters.
 
My favorite and most cherished gun moment was a group trip to our local shooting hole and having my then 12 year old son (now 16! Time flies!) teach and demonstrate firearms safety to about a dozen friends and family members and then him helping his younger cousins take their first shots. I was a very proud Dad that day :)
 
When I took my PAL course, way back at the start of the Firearms Act. Late 90's I guess. it was a weekend course. Starting Friday at say 6:00 - 10:00 and pretty much a full day Saturday. It was hosted at a local indoor gun range. On the Saturday a fellow comes in to do some shooting with his Thompson Sub Machine gun. This course had a lot of, cover a chapter, and then spend the next 45 minutes or the next hour reviewing it by yourself. During one of these lulls in learning, the gentleman comes out and asks "Anybody want to try it?" While pretty much the rest of the class looked around sheepishly at the instructor, wondering if it was ok, I was up there like a shot, pick me! pick me! He handed me the Tommy gun and a mag, said, the muzzle is going to tend to try to raise up on you, and, have at er. Thinking back I'm not even sure if any of those rounds even found paper, but was it ever fun. It was then that I regretted not taking my RPAL at the same time. I eventually did challenge the test and upgrade to my RPAL.
 
My favorite firearms moment is actually one of my earliest memories. I have no idea how old I was at the time.

My parents took me on a walk down the midway at the Calgary Stampede. I have no idea why, as my parents both lean a bit to the left, but they decided to let me have a go at the 'shoot out the star' game.

I was so small that I had to rest the stock on my shoulder to reach the trigger and I seriously doubt that I had any concept of sights.

All that I remember is the rat-a-tat-tat of that little BB machine gun and the bits of paper flying! It was glorious!

Clearly I wasn't even remotely interested in trying to accomplish the actual objective and the guy at the booth was so entertained that he gave me a free reload, and off I went again!

My mom laminated that little bullet-ridden piece of paper for me and it was my most prized possession for years. A few decades later I went back with a girlfriend, and relived the memory! The guns are a lot tinier than I remember. :)

That day fostered a lifelong love of guns.

And a deathly fear of clowns.

My parents also took me through the %#&*'ing funhouse. :(
 
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