[ARCHIVED THREAD] - Daughters (Page 1 of 2)
Posted: 8/22/2006 8:34:31 AM EDT
This is for all you dads out there, I was wondering do any of occasionally clean your AR-15 or any other guns when your daughter brings home a new boyfriend or a guy home and let him know that if he ever hurts your sweetheart in anyway you have a choice from a very large selection of guns and about 3 acres in your back yard  
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I dated a girl about 10 years ago whose Dad and brother tried that shit with me, they were cleaning shotguns when I picked her up for our first date. I ended up missing the movie because I was talking guns with them for the next hour.. boy was she pissed. It's all about priorities. |
OH YEAH!!!!!!!  We took her boyfriend to a shooting match where I shot, the wife shot and our daughter shot. He learned that he didn't want to be on the receiving end of THAT!! 
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She's very active in JROTC and is on the Color Guard, Raider Team, Drill Team, and publishes the batallion newsletter. She makes straight As and has received a commendations for fitness and leadership and community service. |
You're safe, boys like dumb chicks who have no intrinsic self-worth. At least in high school it seems that way. |
lol...keep me posted, I'll have two girls to raise!  I think I spent all my Y chromosomes in college 
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I do that to my little sister. When guys come over they end up seeing some sort of gun. Usually it's an accident that I am cleaning them in the living room when they come over. I have had about 5 or 6 guys that came over with her turn around and walk out never to be seen again. Always have to throw in " yeah I can hit a 8 inch target at 100 yards with this gun"
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Fixed it for you. Shit...I wanted to come up with something good for my 1500th post not this lame as response.
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Never had it done to me. If it was done I probably would end up helping clean them just so I can go and help get them dirty again |
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Here guys these are the 10 golden rules which i will abide by, when and if i ever have a daughter Rules for Dating My Daughter Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up. Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them. Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist. Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you. Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early." Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry. Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car? Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better. Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. On issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me. Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine. |
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Dad???? He...My dad (IIRC) did not clean his rifles in front of my boyfriends: simply had them mounted on the wall...message was clear. For the one guy who violated rule #1 above, he and my brother (home on leave from the Marines) went downstairs to "chat" with the boy. Aside from the fast squeal of tires when they approched him, I never heard from him again. 
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He mounted your boyfriends on the wall?? Like deer heads?? |
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When my youngest was on the varsity HS cheerleader squad and later as a senior, she became the Capt, I had a sure fire trick... I would take her and new boyfriend shooting,, with his parents written permission.. You see, SNJ at 5" 1" and 102lbs soaking wet loved to shoot my pistols,, and was very good at it,, both revolvers and auto,, but she had a real affinity for my S&W 629, 5", with full house loads.. She always put all 6 on the target @ 25ft.. Not Camp Perry level,, but I was happy and she had fun.. She also made it a house rule not to tell any of her friends that she likes guns,, seems the HS was full of left-coasters,, kinda a family secret.. When friends wanted to teach their wives,, I would bring SNJ and she did the pre-lim with a .22 Ruger,, then a .38 Chiefs Special.. then the 629.. woo'd the crowds every time... and converted a bunch of gun hating wives to become at least tolerant.. Anyway back to boy friend(s),, as most had never touched a gun,, they were suitably impressed with SNJ's shooting prowess and quickly learned POP was not the only one to treat nice... The boyfriends were also not about to tell anyone how they got their butts beat by the captain of the cheerleaders... Might not work for everyone,, but is does work... Taking your kids to the range is not only good family fun,, but helps with eye-hand coordination,, self esteem,, and generally rings outs some of the raging hormones they have in excess... Good Luck |
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Aparently I scared the life out of my now brother-in-law initially without even intending to so I know I'll be worse with anyone going near my daughter. First time my sister's then boyfriend came by the house, my little brother and I were leaving with a small arsenal (by Canadian standards, not SteyrAug or ARFCOM standards). The next time I was sharpening knives at the table. He already knew from friends just what would happen if he messed with my family, but he wasn't prepared for complete courtesy backed by lots, and lots, of weapons, ammo, blades, bows, and intent to kill. He still laughs about how scared he was, albeit a little nervously (he still knows the rules! ).The poor soul who comes to date my daughter had better be a young man of integrity and character. |
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I'm not (yet) a father, let alone one with daughter(s). However, I've already told the future Mrs. FlyingLead that if we have a daughter, I will be cleaning my gun(s) when she brings her boyfriend home. My bride-to-be's response? "I'll help." Damn, I love that woman.
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+1 once a dad trying to pull that shit. i asked him if he wanted to to show him how to shoot it, then i banged his daughter |
| My daughter is only 5yo but many years ago I started dating a girl who took me home to meet Mom & Dad. The whole family was very nice and after dinner Dad was showing me around the house. When we got to the Gameroom he had one of those nice, old 12gun cabinets with the lighted interior and glass doors. He proudly talked about each gun and while handling a particularly visually pleasing older Rem.700 he remarked "I only love my family more than a fine firearm. You know, I'd probably kill anyone who ever harmed a family member" and closed the bolt on the empty chamber. He then gave me a "YOU do KNOW what I mean" look to which I looked him right back in the eye with my "understood" look. I never forgot that meeting and many years later now that I am a Father myself I do know exactly what he meant. I suppose I'll be having a similar talk with young gentlemen callers one day. |
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<------ 3 Daughters. I am lucky as I have been coaching basketball and softball for the last 7 years and most of the youth around here know me. They also know how protective I am of my girls. That said, I am friends with most of them. Hell they call me often during hunting season to tell me about hte game they took. Drives my daughter crazy somtimes. Gentleman, its all about being involved in your kids lives. From the time they wake up to the time they are soudn asleep at home I know where they are and what they are doing. They make sure I know and I reward them for it. Know their friends AND PARENTS. I have met some kids that were great nad had total looser parents. ANyway, no cleaning of the guns needed thus far. Then again walking past all my steel targets next ot the garage gets the message accross pretty well! |
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I think I'll finally clean my AK when my daughters are old enough to date. Reminds me a little of something I heard my dad tell me. He had just started dating my mom, and thought it would be cool and impressive to teach her to shoot. So he takes her to the range and brings his .22 rifle. After carefully going over the basics of gun handling with her, he shows her how to load it up, aim, and fire. After demonstrating it to her, he gives her the rifle to try it out. Mom proceeded to put 5 shots into the bullseye. She then handed the rifle back to Dad with the comment, "my dad taught me to shoot a long time ago. Don't you forget it." 
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I took one girl out shooting on a 3rd or 4th date, and as I normally do when bringing a newbie to the range, I brought some different pistols for her to try out. A couple of Ruger .22s, a CZ75, a Hi-Power, a Kimber 45, a G19 and a G20, probably. She had a great time and did really well, as most women seem to do. And as usual, I cut off her used target so she could take it home and show everyone. She went home, all excited, and told her folks all about it. She also told them about my shooting ability, which IMO is no more than decent. I had taped a penny to a target and hit it the first shot with my Ruger 22/45 at 10 yards, which is no big deal at all; I've taught a 10-year-old to do it. I also emptied an entire G19 mag into the black in rapid fire, and blasted it with the 10mm G20 a few times, which drew interest from the other folks at the range, due to the concussion of my handloads. The next day, I get a call from her. Her father, who apparently was already intimidated by my size (and I'm hardly "tall" at 5'10", and my "size" is more fat than muscle), is now *terrified* of me. And the fact that I'd been very polite to him and his wife apparently had him convinced that I was capable of killing people on a whim and would think nothing of it. He told her to break up with me "as soon as she could" but not to "get him mad at you". That was the strange thing to me: I'd gone out of my way to be low-key and polite around her dad, who I could tell was intimidated, so that he would be more at ease. I guess he just couldn't wrap his liberal mind around the fact that there could be confident, self-sufficient men who knew how to use a gun. He had no leverage to control me, and I think THAT is what really terrified him. Unfortunately for me, the daughter was too far corrupted by the family's liberalism, and after a while, I couldn't take anymore of her. I'm sure her dad was relieved... -Troy |