Your first deer rifle?

Got to pick whatever I wanted for my 12th birthday, and at the time, that was a Remington 700 Mountain in 270 Win with a walnut stock. Put a small gouge in the fore end one of the first times I hunted with it, and I'm sure my dad wanted to skin me. Killed a pile of deer with it and moved on to other things, but I grabbed it out of the safe for nostalgia's sake a couple years ago and killed a great buck.

Can't wait to give my sons the same opportunity when they're old enough, although it's a little sad that Remington probably won't be on the menu at that point.
 
When I started hunting with my Dad as a kid it was a single shot 16 gauge with slugs.

Next he let me start carrying a Ruger 44 carbine with a 2.5x scope. Both this and the previous 16 ga were his that he let me use.

For Christmas my parents got me a 700 ADL in 30-06. This was the first that was "mine".
 
Marlin 30-30 passed down from my dad when I was 12. He paid $99, I believe is what he said. Ive since grown and have killed deer with lots of rifles and calibers over the years.

But nothing is quite as nostalgic as hearing a lever action cycle a round.
 
Started with a borrowed Rossi single shot 223, after harvesting a doe with that my dad took me to our local shop and got me a Ruger M77 Hawkeye in 25-06 topped with a Leupold Vx2. I was on cloud 9
 
Remington 870 12 gauge with a rifled slug barrel. I hated shooting that thing. Killed a handful of deer with it but I probably missed just as many.

Moved from that to a Marlin 336 30-30 and all of a sudden I quit missing so much. Hunted with it for a few years and then started using bolt rifles of various size.
 
Everyone has great stories in regards to their first and the heirloom aspects to it. My version is a little different. As a kid my great uncle kept telling me he was going to take me deer hunting when I was old enough and if I liked it the lever action propped by his front door would be mine afterwards. Sadly when he got sick we never made it and when he passed the old lever action managed to disappear during the wake. Fast forward 30 years(technically 31?) I was in a fly/gun shop and there was a brand new marlin 1894c being unboxed and put on the shelf. It had to leave the store with me... several months of feeling like a cowboy and looking at the internet have resulted in a local gun smith chopping it in half so it fits in my pack. After 5 years of stalking through the hills of WV I am actually hoping that this is my last year for it with it being passed down to my son for next year.1000013064.jpg1000013066.jpg
 
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