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Airguns by Make and Model => Vintage Air Gun Gate => Topic started by: Grover on December 31, 2016, 05:03:54 PM
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The night before last,
a match QB arrived -- arrived really fast!
.177 it was. I was quick to adore.
With Air Gun Depot's sale, I was looking at more.
A QBD in 22 would be sure to delight
but my desire and wallet -- they were having a fight.
With 16 guns in the cabinet,
my reason, well, it just wasn't havin' it.
But the sale was for just one more day,
Surely... Time to make hay.
As I sat back in my chair,
four lonely old pumpers fell in my stare.
Perched on the wall looking so pretty
not getting shot, I gazed in pity.
It was then it came upon me,
they need glass perhaps -- then we'll be happy!
In the drawer I dove yes it's true,
What did I find? I came up with two.
So back to the keyboard I went,
I tapped and clicked with fervid intent.
Two scopes and goodies put me over the line,
the discount plus free shipping... Indeed they were mine!
Out to the garage I dashed,
swapping scopes and mounts, making room for ones I had cached.
So rather than guns clogging my den,
I chose to improve the ones that have already been.
For tis' the season to let not be forgotten,
the fortunes around us that we have already gotten.
::)
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So here he sits trying to shoot his pump up farters ...
Such eager stroking ends in single shot blunders missing chances at bulls eye wonders !
When by chance a pellet loaded ... finds it mark without such wander is Ron so happy he simply ponders.
Ponders the thoughts of what could it be .... If shot with a NEW PCP :o
More a rhyme ... but hey, it New years eve ;D
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So here he sits trying to shoot his pump up farters ...
Such eager stroking ends in single shot blunders missing chances at bulls eye wonders !
When by chance a pellet loaded ... finds it mark without such wander is Ron so happy he simply ponders.
Ponders the thoughts of what could it be .... If shot with a NEW PCP :o
More a rhyme ... but hey, it New years eve ;D
Funny, dear sir,, that you mention ponder:
Never inquired, but still pining your trick Marauder. :P
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There once was a man from nantucket,
Who shot from sticks and a bucket.
As the last squirrel of the day bounded out of sight and away, for lack of air and the bottle back at the truck.
The old man sat, with his hand rubbing his chin, muttering if this darn gun didn't cost so much, for two cents I'd chuck it.
So, off he trudged, muttering next time I'll bring the old 'dan, as I've always had good luck with it.
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Pump and pump until your arms tire,
Then pull the bolt back load a pellet and fire.
Then pump some more til your lips turn blue.
Sorry Northerners, Motorhead and I can still use C02.
Happy New Years
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I truly hate pumpers,
much rather a springy thumper
So much work for just one shot,
and I like to shoot a lot!
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These eyes ain't the best
And sometimes they need a rest
But on a good day they can cope
So don't need no stinking' scope
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What is prose
Me don't knows
Took a guess
But forgot the rest.
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My blue streak is great
His quality is first rate
My blue streak is good
He's made of brass and wood
His action won't rust
And his parts won't bust
Pump after pump
He hits with a thump
This was my first poem I have written since 2nd grade so don't be to harsh 😁 .
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I thrash through the woods with my faithful Marauder
looking for one more tree rat to s-l-a-u-g-h-t-e-r
I think how well the gun hits its mark
and does it so quietly with nary a bark
But if one thing could change to bend to my will
The gun would be lighter to lug up those hills
I swear this thing should come with wheels
and a motor to let it push its own weight
and a tracking device to find the game
that had just met its fate
Lets add a coffeemaker hid in the stock
and a winch to yank me out of
the ravine where i've walked
But while I dream the squirrel disappears
So I'll just wish you all a happy hunting new year.
I beg the mods forgiveness for the second line
but the auto-correct to "eliminate" didn't rhyme!
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Ode To an Airgunner (The "Trick" up my Sleeve)
Twelve noon on Sunday
On the couch I still lie
Pondering and pining
On Airguns to buy
Which stock which style
Which caliber which pellet
I'm so close to buying
I believe I can smell it
I've done all my homework
I've searched every gate
The rifle I'll buy
Is of choice not of fate
My palms start to sweat
I've narrowed my pick
I'll soon have that rifle
With one easy click
When enters the room
My hot femme fatale
She utters the words
"DONT TOUCH THAT PAYPAL".
And all in an instant
My search was for not
My dreams of a rifle
Have truly been shot
Little she knows
Of the Trick up my sleeve
I wait till she turns
And quickly I leave
To my cave to my lab
Where men can be men
Where I am the cock
In fear of no hen
I peer at my safe
And the guns stacked inside
I grab the R 1
V-Mach and V-glide
I fondle another
Like a precision Ferrari
Tuned to the nines
With parts from Maccari
What more could I want
What more do I need
But the power of "want"
Put that Trick up my sleeve
No on-line purchase
No paper trail
I have one more shot
And it better not fail
I see in my safe
My personal stash
I'll buy that new rifle
With cold, hard, green, cash...
Thank you, thank you very much,
Higgs
(Shade tree poet)
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Well done Higgs, North Country Gal and all contributors! (so far ;) )
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Well done Higgs, North Country Gal and all contributors! (so far ;) )
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. :(
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Well done Higgs, North Country Gal and all contributors! (so far ;) )
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. :(
And Grover. How could I forget Grover? :D :D
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Well done Higgs, North Country Gal and all contributors! (so far ;) )
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. :(
And Grover. How could I forget Grover? :D :D
Your reply didn't rhyme sillypants.
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Well done Higgs, North Country Gal and all contributors! (so far ;) )
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. :(
And Grover. How could I forget Grover? :D :D
Your reply didn't rhyme sillypants.
Neither did yours, you fool!
Sit in the corner, on the stool!
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On a poem thread I gambled,
But the eggs now are scrambled.
Once a rhyme not to score,
Then rhyme we no more.
Fun while it lasted.
Then I get blasted.
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Sorry I had no rhyme,
Please forgive me this one time!
And if you say my time's not over,
I'll strive to please poetic Grover.
For yours is a talent of august kings
and I shall offer thanksgiving
that one should hold a special place
for poetry in our airgun space
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Sorry I had no rhyme,
Please forgive me this one time!
And if you say my time's not over,
I'll strive to please poetic Grover.
For yours is a talent of august kings
and I shall offer thanksgiving
that one should hold a special place
for poetry in our airgun space
It's all good,
in the 'hood.
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What is up with these ole multi stroke pneumatics
Are they really that cool
Or are we just fanatics
A streak a benji
Which one doesn't matter
I can deal with their tragectory being a little less flatter
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Today was New years celebrated with a cold beer ...
Sitting by a warm fire had notion to get inspired ! ... breaking out my buddies sexy little Steyr
Shot for awhile being bored with results, just a single hole the size of a mouse
Not a mouse in the house to feed the desire ... of shooting his lights out extinguishing his pyre.
So here i sit all broken hearted wishing to shoot but only farted .... ;D
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My old pumper is an 8 stroke thumper
He's light and handy
And will never be
As bulky and awkward as a PCP
BTW this thread is for old pumpers not Springer's and pre charged lunkers 😉
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Since joining this forum I've learned so much
Pumpers, Springers, even poetry and such
From the Millenium to the Mighty P-17
And virtually everything in between
I typed for an hour spilling my wit
But when I hit send nothing did I get
So I went to the workshop to find that special tool
Only to hear Betty Lou say "It's raining and we have satellite you fool"
Yes, if you hang around here there's much to be learned
Even 2% of things posted by RSterne
There are fun shoots with prizes like GTA hats
But what I'll never understand is ... WHAT THE HECK IS A wutendSpatz !!?
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Since joining this forum I've learned so much
Pumpers, Springers, even poetry and such
From the Millenium to the Mighty P-17
And virtually everything in between
I typed for an hour spilling my wit
But when I hit send nothing did I get
So I went to the workshop to find that special tool
Only to hear Betty Lou say "It's raining and we have satellite you fool"
Yes, if you hang around here there's much to be learned
Even 2% of things posted by RSterne
There are fun shoots with prizes like GTA hats
But what I'll never understand is ... WHAT THE HECK IS A wutendSpatz !!?
My QB79 carbine, seemingly soft and mellow,
Rains lead pills down upon a feathery fellow,
WutendSpatz is German for "furious sparrow".
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Since joining this forum I've learned so much
Pumpers, Springers, even poetry and such
From the Millenium to the Mighty P-17
And virtually everything in between
I typed for an hour spilling my wit
But when I hit send nothing did I get
So I went to the workshop to find that special tool
Only to hear Betty Lou say "It's raining and we have satellite you fool"
Yes, if you hang around here there's much to be learned
Even 2% of things posted by RSterne
There are fun shoots with prizes like GTA hats
But what I'll never understand is ... WHAT THE HECK IS A wutendSpatz !!?
My QB79 carbine, seemingly soft and mellow,
Rains lead pills down upon a feathery fellow,
WutendSpatz is German for "furious sparrow".
My question was then and still my quandry,
have you, Chris, been keeping up with your laundry?
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Being addicted to airguns he don't have the time
To wash for a quarter or dry for a dime
For New years he had dark beer and kraut
And resoluted just to turn his shorts inside out
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I can hardly stop laughing
This thread's turning south
That last littl rhyme
Made me through up in my mouth.
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"Too much information!" I painfully sigh,
I don't know whether I should laugh or cry!
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I can hardly stop laughing
This thread's turning south
That last littl rhyme
Made me through up in my mouth.
It's not too bad so far, my point surely not moot,
lest we remind Spiralgroove to just stick it in and shoot. ;)
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My question was then and still my quandry,
have you, Chris, been keeping up with your laundry?
I'll never live that down,
til you run me outta town,
I live on my own now,
doing laundry, I now know how,
So I sit and ponder,
My laundry, in a pile no longer.
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My question was then and still my quandry,
have you, Chris, been keeping up with your laundry?
I'll never live that down,
til you run me outta town,
I live on my own now,
doing laundry, I now know how,
So I sit and ponder,
My laundry, in a pile no longer.
Oh contrar my friend... regarding what we have taught,
It should've stuck by now I thought.
Three piles it is... Not none, one, or two:
one in the washer, one in the dryer, and one on you.
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Dr. Seuss would be proud
Such fine alitteration
Men stretching their minds
With great aspirations
To forefront a sport
We hold close to our hearts
Be it pistons or compression
Or CO2 carts
We all are the same
We use the same air
To propell our projectiles
From here to then there
From pumpers to jumpers
To big heavy clunkers
From BBs to pellets
To great big bore thumpers
From scopes and bypods
And strong one piece rings
To peep sights and chronys
And all airgun things
We all have connection
Be it vintage or new
It's not what we have
But that what we do
And to that I say
I call you my brothers
In a sport and addiction
Disregarded by others
We share a safe place
Our own getaway
Your brothers and sisters
On the great G. T. A.
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The rhythm! The wording!
'Tis all such fine use!
From here on I'll call
our T-Higgs, "Dr. Seuss".
;D ;D ;D ;D
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I was going to reply
With phrases most rhyming
But my mind did deny
The words and timing
To tell of a springer I love and adore
A gun I named with thought most beguiling
A smooth shooting tale of Elanor
I pondered overlong as my time was whiling
As my mind went into cessation
I thought up a new creation
To tell a tale of a story untold
A rhyme to please both young and old
So here is my response in earnest
Yet my heart still yearnest
To tell of sweet Elanor...
Alas...Nevermore..
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The rhythm! The wording!
'Tis all such fine use!
From here on I'll call
our T-Higgs, "Dr. Seuss".
;D ;D ;D ;D
I concur...
Drop The Mic...