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When I Was a Growing Up We Had Guns

Updated on July 29, 2014

Just a cliff or two and a couple miles to the river to fish for supper.

When that is how you just grow up. It is just what you know and you can know it well.
When that is how you just grow up. It is just what you know and you can know it well. | Source

Life be told of a life different.

Yes mam and yes sir. I drove a pickup truck at 14. And sitting next to me was a Colt revolver and in the rack a Remington rifle. That just was the way it was. I cleaned 'em and cared for them and shot them.

Not a choice but a reality, There was bear out there and mountain Panthers and rattle snakes and I heard tell of men that would do me wrong. Never met a single one. But by golly I knew they was there.

Picture silly old me. I am barefoot and at the gas pump you literally had to get out and pump, I mean pump and prime a pump to siphon gas up into the pickup. I ain't got no shoes and I am bare chested. I got cut of jeans on with a rope holding them up cuz they is my big brother's pants.

I was a pup but I could hold that colt steady and shoot a Crow's eye out from a bit over 100 yards. And I could pick a good chucking stone and kill a squirrel from thirty yards.

(OK not really that good but close. If that is what you do all day long from 8-14 you get good at it)

Ain't too many things these old boys cannot do.

Now that above is a bit of a long tale.

But the age is close and somewhere in my family we still have that 53 chevy pick em up truck. And I can shoot still the eye out of a bird on the wing if it give to me a square shot.

But in fact my family did not much cotton to guns. But I did have a self made bow and a sling shot that you could not run away from.

I have shot my share of critters but generally it has been by self made projectile launchers. or rocks.

The gasoline and the truck and the age is right along with my britches and shoes. But my buddy Gary road with me a bunch and did carry around them guns,

I was raised in a time warp. My family did in fact get their deed from a homestead. Who negotiated with Piute for the rights. And there was always a bear or "cat" hanging in the ice house across the creek. And I only wore shoes to go to kindergarten, and that was a tussle,

There really are folk like us that grew up this way.

I really did grow up with red dirt more in my hair than shampoo.

One time I spent the best part of a day tracking a rattlesnake. And that is tough through tall grass. I dang sure peed my pants when I caught up to him or I think a her.

One day I spent a week digging an irrigation ditch about 40 yards long to water some gourds and berries. It took a week because I only used rocks and sticks like I envisioned how the old Piute did it. I grew up on land with one deed from a homestead called Indian Gardens.

Believe it or not this stuff has a point If you want to get a lesson from all this read the next little segment.

Country Roads

An old quarry road now just fit for feet traffic.
An old quarry road now just fit for feet traffic. | Source

Hi my name is Eric and what you call tough, I call heaven

From that time forward I have lived in Paris, France, Puebla Mexico, Saigon(currently known as Ho Chi Minh City), San Diego and outside of Boston.

I have closed business to government deals in a dozen more cities. And can relate about Pigalle, the Zona Rosa and District One and I crossed the iron curtain a half dozen times for fun.

You think this is about me. ..well you are wrong.

The whole story is about you!

You grew up your own special way. You are special. Just look back and instead of bemoaning things look for the fun and different and embellish it a little and day dream a little about the great stuff you had as some kid somewhere with a great story to tell. I would like to hear it.

Later on I spent some time around the courts to please take heed.

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      Bill Holland 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Yes indeedy my friend. Those were the days, and I don't say that facetiously. I miss them.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Very entertaining hub Eric. You tough man you. I imagine you having a bowl of gravel for breakfast, washed down with a dirty glass of gasoline...lol. Oops, hold on! I just need to go wrestle a crocodile or two before lunch. :)

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Bill we are the lucky ones.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      John that is the idea let us all be Huck Finn!!!!

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      Devika Primić 2 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      The days you will always keep at heart an interesting out look on your life.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      Funny but real. Thanks, Eric, for sharing you. You cause me to wonder what story I can tell about me. Good job!

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thanks DDE for visiting and commenting. It was fun to write.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Dora your when and where I bet will be very interesting.

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      ESPeck1919 2 years ago from Minneapolis, MN

      It's always interesting hearing about other peoples' childhoods. It sounds like you lived in a great area. I can't imagine hunting rattlesnakes! My husband grew up in a similar environment, minus the snakes.

      As for me? When not fending off bullies, struggling with schoolwork or fleeing into books (odd for someone who had issues with school, I know), I was hunting for fossils, wandering local cemeteries or bits of suburban forest, hanging out with my fellow rejects and climbing trees. I was a pretty solitary kid.

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      Eiddwen 2 years ago from Wales

      A great read as always Eric and voted up.

      Eddy.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I loved hunting fossils and joined a "geology/archaeology" club with other not so normal kids! Thanks for a great comment.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I imigaine Eddy our childhoods were quite different yet very much the same, look what we do now ;-)

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      ESPeck1919 2 years ago from Minneapolis, MN

      Oh, how cool! If there was such a thing in my area, I would have joined a geology/archaeology club, too. I may need to see if there's a local club for adults.

      I still use the geology book from the class I took back in college from time to time.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      ESPeck1919 growing up a 7,000 ft in between the Grand Canyon and Sedona Arizona - geology was like a good friend.

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      C E Clark 2 years ago from North Texas

      I had an interesting life too, and it's not over yet. Where I grew up, everyone had loaded guns and yes, sometimes people got killed. I won't tell you about those times.

      When I was in the 4th grade a boy in my class brought a hand gun onto the school bus and into the school and classroom to show everybody because he was so proud of it. No one got hurt. Even kids seemed to have more respect for what a gun could do back then.

      Before that a classmate told me how her sister, age 7 at the time, had gotten their 22 pistol and shot a rattlesnake in the gravel pit across the road from where they lived. There was a deep water hole in that gravel pit and no one knew for sure how deep it was, but my friend's family used to swim there a lot.

      We got one new pair of shoes a year just before school started. Ran barefoot all summer. We were all born at home. My dad bought an old one room schoolhouse and turned it into a tar paper shack for us to live in -- never did get any siding on it.

      We had a 2-seater about a hundred feet from the house 'til I was 10, and it got pretty dark out in the country, no flashlights or yard light allowed. Got running water inside when I was 4. A hot water heater some time after that. There was a pitcher pump just outside up 'til then. A real bathroom when I was 10. A phone when I was 11. Party line with 8 other neighbors. We had to listen to everyone else's ring come in.

      I'm the youngest. All my sibs are a lot older than me, so I got more benefit from the niceties than they did. Most of them had already left home for college when we got all those new conveniences.

      Enjoyed your story!

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Holding hands and gazing at the stars on the walk on down to the two seater with a view. My dad delivered all six of us kids and I was youngest also. Pitcher pump priming was my favorite chore.

      Thank you much my friend for sharing such awesome memories.

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      Rolly A Chabot 2 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Eric...

      Like you I grew up in old school, my dad took me out at the age of 7 and taught me the respect we were to have for guns and nature. At the age of 8 I was allowed to take his gun and go out alone and shot gophers and small game. It was just the way I was raised... did it hurt me... na, what it taught me was respect and trust someone had in me...

      Hugs and Blessings

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Interesting about gophers -- there was a 50 cent bounty when I like you got my first "on my own experience" very similar indeed.

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      Patricia Scott 2 years ago from sunny Florida

      Well, it sounds like you learned to respect guns at an early age. They were there ...a part of life.

      We had guns around our place. I didn't really shoot except mayb once but I could have if I had told my Daddy. They were just a part of our life to keep critters at bay when needed.

      This was told in such a familiar way. I enjoyed it from beginning to end.

      Angels are on the way to you ps

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you much ps, this one was very fun to write and I am glad you enjoyed it.

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      Jackie Lynnley 2 years ago from The Beautiful South

      We had guns and with five brothers hunting and target practicing I had to learn to shoot too. So I did but I didn't shoot any animals. So grown up I still believe in guns. My mom was alone at home with us little ones for years while Dad worked at night so she knew how to use a gun but truth be told we never even locked our doors. In the summer we slept with them open; out in the boonies with no one around for miles. ^+

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you Jackie, times were good back in those days. This is a really nice addition to this hub.

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      MizBejabbers 2 years ago

      Great story, Eric, I can relate. When I was three years old, my daddy came home from the war and put a small .22 rifle in my hand, and I learned to shoot. By the time I was six, I was shooting copperheads with it. It was an old gun and a family tradition to learn to shoot on it. My uncle (too old to go to war) taught my mama to shoot with it when Daddy was away. Yes, we knew what guns were for. Too bad people today aren't taught about guns and respect for them. Voted up.

      @ Au Fait -- We just had a one-seater. Growing up, I thought families who had two seaters were rich.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you for sharing that with us MizBejabbers, a fine tradition indeed.

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      Debra Allen 2 years ago from West By God

      I just love your stories. I never grew up like you did but my grandfather on my mother's side did and he lived up in the mountains by himself. He caught or shot for his food there and he lived off that land for real. We went up there when I was a little girl on time and he picked wild blackberries for me and my sister and we ate them with sugar and milk. That is all I can remember about him. He lived in a shack and I mean a shack with four boards that were for walls. I hate the cold and never knew or understood how he could survive out there on the wild mountain in the wild woods looking over the city like that.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I just love picking and eating blackberries, cobblers, ice cream and preserves are traditions in my family. I am a picker and not a cooker. Thank you for dropping by with your comment Lady.

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      vespawoolf 2 years ago from Peru, South America

      It´s true, we were each shaped by a unique childhood. I enjoy reading about how you grew up. I didn´t realize that you´ve lived in so many places as well. Thank you for sharing!

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you Vespa, it is always a treat when you drop by and leave a note. I have gotten around a bit :-)

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      Susie Lehto 2 years ago from Minnesota

      I grew up a lot like you did with a rifle at my side much of the time. Now, I have gone back to my roots where I call home. It is not a desire to kill critters, I would rather feed them. There is a beautiful red fox coming around to eat, but it still needs taming.

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Colorfulone, I have not hunted in years but would enjoy doing some tracking. Tracking close to home here is limited to small creatures. Thank you for dropping in and commenting, I really appreciate it.

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      Cynthia 2 years ago from Vancouver Island, Canada

      I grew up on my great-grandfather's homestead in the "Parklands" of the Canadian prairies-- lived in the log cabin that my Great-Grandfather lived in, overlooking a river that is now a creek (on the farm where my brother and wife still live). We had bears in the Fall and Spring, and my Dad shot one out of a tree one morning when our dog treed it. Dad read us Winne-the-Pooh by coal oil lamplight, we never did have a phone when I was growing up, hauled our drinking water in, and got electricity when I was 12. My husband and I live in a rural area now, but I have no desire to get off the grid quite yet... and I am not a happy camper-- nothing romantic about pit toilets and having to build a fire to cook... been there, done that. Thank you for this nice little trip back down memory lane! ~Cynthia

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      techygran, thank you for adding such a wonderful story to this hub. I really appreciate when folks leave great comments like yours, it means a lot to me and I think to readers.

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      Holle Abee 2 years ago from Georgia

      I grew up with guns. My daddy was a gun dealer, collector, and hunter. When I was still young, he took me shooting on Sunday afternoons.

      Enjoyed the read, my friend, and voted up!

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Thank you Holle, it is always a pleasure to have you come by and leave a note. I also spent time with my dad on Sundays shooting.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      i think we were far more mature in the days of old.. or at least we thought we were.. I believe in the rights to carry guns.. but we seem to use them loosely nowadays... great share my friend :)

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Frank for sure times are changing and we cannot be as cavalier as we used to be. Thank you for coming over and reading this hub and for the comment.

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      stella vadakin 2 years ago from 3460NW 50 St Bell, Fl32619

      Hi Ericdierker,we grew up with plenty of guns, and learned not to touch them unless necessary. I enjoyed your Hub. Stella

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Hi Stella, Thank you for reading and commenting. DO NOT TOUCH was and should be a rule followed unless being used for proper purpose.

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