Originally Posted by beastmode986
hockalous and brolin both said that bolt actions teach you to use your ammo wisely.
Well, it certainly encourages one to make that one shot in the chamber count.
A followup to my story about my seven-year old and "his" bolt gun embarrassing those sixteen-year olds and their more rapid-firing guns occurred some eight years later while I was in the process of moving from Nebraska to Missouri.
I was living in motels while house hunting in Missouri. I'd gone back to see the family over the Memorial Day weekend. Just as I was about to leave for the 500 mile trip back south, a friend called and invited me to go prairie dog shooting with him. When I declined, he asked if Stuart, my son, could go. I said sure, that he'd not gone hunting without me accompanying him but I had faith and if Fritz was willing to take him I didn't mind. Fritz had been hunting with us before and had no worries about Stuart's firearms safety and handling.
After my son enthusiastically said he wanted to go, he asked which rifle he could take. I told him he was welcome to take any rifle he wanted; I expected him to take my Winchester Mod 70 Varmint rifle in .222 Remington. He asked if he could take my AR-15 instead. I told him to take whatever he wanted to use.
A few days later, I called Fritz to ask how Stuart had done and behaved on the hunt. Fritz had only praise for Stuart/s firearms etiquette and marksmanship. But one of the proudest moments of my life was when Fritz said: "Stuart hit every 'dog he shot at: You know, there aren't many 15-year olds you can give an AR-15 with a 30-round magazine and trust to only pull the trigger on shots that are going to connect." That was 17 years ago and I'm still filled with pride for him.
A bit of a follow-up came maybe six years ago. He was (still is) in the Army and in Iraq. His platoon was on the rifle range, practicing on pop-up targets. Stuart was shooting his M-4 on semi-auto. His First Sergeant started yelling at him that he was supposed to shoot on full-auto. My son asked why. The First said so that he could be sure of hitting the target. My son asked what his score was. He told me that the First Sergeant shut up when it turned out that my son had more hits on target than the rest of his platoon put together. They'd been taught to spray-and-pray; he'd grown up with the Marine Rifleman's Creed, i.e., " ... My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. WE WILL HITů ."
Oh, yeah, he did serve 4 years in the Marines before going into the Army. In 2002 he was privileged to represent his unit in the Pacific Fleet Rifle Matches placing 40th out of 200 shooters.