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All Springer/NP/PCP Air Gun Discussion General => Air Gun Gate => Topic started by: tweedking on February 21, 2014, 02:00:45 AM
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(yes you were, a long time ago, and a destructive little-bugger too)
what did you shoot that you got in the most trouble?
i was 8 once, shot the back glass out of a camper shell, thought it would not break with my AIR-117, spider-webbed :-\.....at least dad blamed it on the neighbor kid when he found it a week later....still cost me 175 when i turned 16 and got the truck....yea he waited, took it off and wouldn't let me drive the truck till i replaced the glass, still had to buy it from him. 8-10 year lesson....
looking for some stories from your youth where you had an airgun mishap. you know, the type that starts with someone saying, "watch this," and ending somewhat destructive/painfully.
for some stories of what not to do for those kids out there.......(like ralphy and "you'll shoot your eye out, but he did break his glasses....)
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I was 8 years old and had just been given my first Air Rifle (A Crosman 760 if I remember correctly) with a tin of pellets, and I was shooting at a hand drawn target on an old half rotten piece of plywood just plinking away. We had a number of outside cats, and one named Boots (my cat) was running around in the area behind the target board. After probably 100 shots into the target (over pumping to 13 pumps every shot) I sent another pellet through the target and heard a MEEEEOOOOWWW scream out from behind the board, I dropped my Riffle and ran to investigate, boots died in less than a minute (a heart shot). The hardest loss of a pet ever. It was made worse as my grandpa (my custodian at the time) made me clean, cook and eat Boots (as a lesson to only kill what you are going to eat). He made a big point of it as when he gave me the gun he lectured me about safety, and making sure of the back drop, etc.
It was a hard lesson. Though I am glad that after that fatal error, he took the time to make sure that I kept shooting. Immediately after that worse supper of my life he took me outside had me make a better back stop and made me shoot at a paper target until I was out of pellets. The next morning before dawn he woke me and handed me 20 tins of pellets, and told me that he expected me to use every one of them before Saturday, this was a Wednesday morning. So I got a lot of practice that week, as they were 500 count tins (the old square tins), still to this day I do not know how I managed to shoot that many in only three days.
That Saturday we did the good kind of hunting (hunting Rabbit with one of his more powerful pump Air Riffles. So while it was a bad initial experience it taught me a lot. And because he made me keep shooting, and took me on a good hunt, I learned to love shooting, and respect safety.
And now 23 years latter I still enjoy shooting my Multi Pump Air Rifles.
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I plead the 5th.
Richard
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Christmas Day, 9 or 10 years old, I got a daisy spitting image peace maker.
I was playing with it in my front yard, the neighborhood bully (a judges son) showed up on his new Christmas present a new horse, my brother and I was minding our own business.
He came up and tried to start some stuff as usual.
He tried to make his horse kick me, he missed, I put the daisy to the horses butt and pulled the trigger, he started bucking, (not that 175fps hurts much) I proceeded to dump the rest of the bbs in the horses direction as he exited the yard.
Naturally the story he told his dad was different than mine and my older brothers account of what happened.
I lost that bb pistol until the next Christmas..
It just didn't seem to have the magic it had the year before..
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I nearly shot my best friend's eye out with my Crosman 760. Another inch to the right and he'd be wearing a patch these days. The BB creased the side of his head at eye level. It stands to this day as my one and only firearm accident. While I am thankful that the BB missed his eye, and so far it is my one and only incident, I never let myself forget that it only takes a moment of inattentiveness to create a disaster. :o
Let's see, what else...shooting the neighbor's cat, shooting out the shed windows.....fun times! ;D
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I shot my sister's glasses off her face once - got a bb right in between her eyes. I was 8 and she was 10, it was almost a year before I got that daisy 840 back.
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When I was about 12, a friend and I found some of his mother's china dolls in the basement one day...it was an elimination...we didn't realize how much they were worth...UGH!
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A age 8 - a friend and I were walking thru our tiny town (pop. 40) when I saw an HOSP on an eavetrough and as kids do I snapped off a shot and wonder of wonders scored. Don't tell me a Red Ryder won't kill a HOSP at 20 feet. Turned out the old lady in the house was feeding them (go figure) and I caught heck. Happened 65 years ago and still one of the best shots I ever made.
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I'll have to check and make sure the Statute of Limitations has expired. ;)
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I had my pumped up Sheridan 20 cal on the kitchen counter and the window was open waiting for some squirrels. A friend came over and before I could stop him he reached over and pulled the trigger. It had the safety that you pressed down with your thumb so he hit that as well. We looked for where the pellet hit and could not find a hole. Finally I moved my mother's coffee pot (held 10 cups and she would drain it daily) and heard a rattle. the pellet had gone in at the seam between the plastic base and the steel pot. You had to look close to see it. It also clipped the heating element. So we hustled down to an appliance store and got a new heating element. Not exactly the same but close, and we installed it before anyone got home from work. that night my mother made coffee as usual but claimed that there was something wrong with the coffee, stale or something since it seemed weak. So she increased the time for the percolator and eveything was fine. About 10 years later the pot quit and she got a new one. Never did tell her what had happened. From then on I also always left the bolt open on that rifle when it was laying on the counter waiting for squirrels or rabbits.
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What got me in the most trouble? That's an easy one. Shooting the light bulbs out in dads barn. Turned it into a game of who could hit the bulb farthest away. My 760 vs big brothers 2100. In the end we were both losers! Ever got spanked while your old man spoke in syllables??..... IF - YOU - EV - ER - DO - THAT - A - GAIN....... lol!
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Christmas Day, 9 or 10 years old, I got a daisy spitting image peace maker.
I was playing with it in my front yard, the neighborhood bully (a judges son) showed up on his new Christmas present a new horse, my brother and I was minding our own business.
He came up and tried to start some stuff as usual.
He tried to make his horse kick me, he missed, I put the daisy to the horses butt and pulled the trigger, he started bucking, (not that 175fps hurts much) I proceeded to dump the rest of the bbs in the horses direction as he exited the yard.
Naturally the story he told his dad was different than mine and my older brothers account of what happened.
I lost that bb pistol until the next Christmas..
It just didn't seem to have the magic it had the year before..
Got a good laugh from this story , Thanks
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When I was really young, my friend and I had Daisy Red-Ryder type guns and had PERMISSION to shoot
sparrows out of the neighbors barn so they would not poop on the tractors.
Few years later, he got a Daisy Multipump and I got a Crosman. We must have shot hundreds of holes in that tin
roof before anyone noticed.
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As a kid shooting at birds in the garden from the garage. BB bounced of garden tool, sailed through the window on the back door of the house. Oops
One other time I was messing around with some kids, got the idea to show off and shoot real close to another kid with my bb gun. I missed what I was shooting at and hit the kid in the leg. BB did not go through his jeans, but really stung. He was about 3 years older than me, came real close to belting me.
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Ever got spanked while your old man spoke in syllables??..... IF - YOU - EV - ER - DO - THAT - A - GAIN....... lol!
I pretty much thought that was normal language until I was 10 or so. :D
Camper shells must be a popular one. When I was 9 I got a Crossman AIR 15 (think that's what they were called, that was a long time ago) for Christmas, and man did I love that thing. Our neighbor had a small trash dump in the woods where him and his family would pile it up, and clean it up like once a year, maybe. All of us neighborhood kids were up there shooting random things one summer day when somebody noticed a camper shell sitting there. Knowing it was the trash dump, we all blasted that thing good, and I mean good, not a window left in it. Turns out he just stored the shell there, and actually used it occasionally. Gun was promptly taken away once the parents found out about it needless to say, for quite a while. And once the gun was given back to me, my Dad spent a lot more time me teaching me the valuable lesson of target identification, rather than being lulled in by your surroundings, or simply following the herd.
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Late 1960's, Daisy 111, roll caps, thumb tacks, = black spots on the bedroom wall. (and stripes on my backside) ;D
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The only thing I ever got in trouble for shooting, was a slingshot, because I randomly shot it across the street, and it hit a little girl in the eye. I felt so bad about it, I never used a slingshot again.
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Growing up (probably 12 yrs old) my best friend had his grand fathers lever action bb gun. Don't know what kind but it had a wood stock and the barrel had an outer sleeve that would hold a bunch of bb's.
His mom had an amazing green thumb. One spring she had a gorgeous plot of tulips.
As I walked from his house to the garage I was holding the bb gun in my right hand. I waved the bb gun past the flowers and I cut a tulip off with a perfect shot through the stem from about 20'. It seemed that the tulip fell over in slow motion. Imagine my surprise when she started chewing me out from the house.
I apologized profusely and told her that I had accidentally fired the bb gun. Also, I said that there was no way I could have ever intentionally made that shot.
Trust me I never shot at her flowers again!
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I had the Famous Crosman Red Ryder BB rifle when I was a kid. Through the Years I have always had SOME sort of pellet gun laying around for Plinking. A couple years back, I tried to (hoped to ) restore a couple 1960 era German air rifles that belonged to my Best Buddys Dad. I had shot these guns as a Kid growing up. The Dad had passed away and the Mom had stored the guns in a damp garage for 5 years. Alas,,,,there was SO much rust /corrosion damage the the guns were beyond repair. It Bummed me out so much that I went out and bought myself myself a Break Barrel for old times sake......Now, I Relaxe by shooting in my Back Yard. I also find that shooting Pellet guns is a good way to keep in Practice for my Powder Burners. A lot cheaper too. Now, Ive caught the Air Gun Bug and am looking to go Dark Side....LOL...
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For me it was a seagull that I shot with my 760 pump master that did not take him out but instead sounded a alarm that put on notice the whole neighborhood. I was 10
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I have a story similar to silent airmans. When I was a kid a lot of the neighborhood boys were several years older than me but all still played together. So one day they decided to play cowboys and Indians and they handed me a lever action BB gun and said "here you're a cowboy" . I was about 9 or 10 and really thought it was so much fun to shoot at the "Indians" but the action was over real soon when I shot my next door neighbor Eddie just above his right eye on his eyebrow! Just barely missed his eye! I think about this and am so grateful now that he has two good eyes to this day. He was about 14 years old at the time.
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I shot out the back glass of my dads car with a wrist rocket. The rock hit the ground and ricochet into it. It was a bad day and I didn't get to shoot anything for quite awhile. I did get my wrist rocket back and I still have it.
Bryan
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shot all the windows out of a pair of 62 corvair that we found in my uncles back 40 just chilling in the field
how was we supposed to know he was resorting them and that glass was pristine for his car, and was selling the other set?
guess even back in 82 them things were worth a ton of $$ in parts that you just cant find
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I was 8 years old and had just been given my first Air Rifle (A Crosman 760 if I remember correctly) with a tin of pellets, and I was shooting at a hand drawn target on an old half rotten piece of plywood just plinking away. We had a number of outside cats, and one named Boots (my cat) was running around in the area behind the target board. After probably 100 shots into the target (over pumping to 13 pumps every shot) I sent another pellet through the target and heard a MEEEEOOOOWWW scream out from behind the board, I dropped my Riffle and ran to investigate, boots died in less than a minute (a heart shot). The hardest loss of a pet ever. It was made worse as my grandpa (my custodian at the time) made me clean, cook and eat Boots (as a lesson to only kill what you are going to eat). He made a big point of it as when he gave me the gun he lectured me about safety, and making sure of the back drop, etc.
It was a hard lesson. Though I am glad that after that fatal error, he took the time to make sure that I kept shooting. Immediately after that worse supper of my life he took me outside had me make a better back stop and made me shoot at a paper target until I was out of pellets. The next morning before dawn he woke me and handed me 20 tins of pellets, and told me that he expected me to use every one of them before Saturday, this was a Wednesday morning. So I got a lot of practice that week, as they were 500 count tins (the old square tins), still to this day I do not know how I managed to shoot that many in only three days.
That Saturday we did the good kind of hunting (hunting Rabbit with one of his more powerful pump Air Riffles. So while it was a bad initial experience it taught me a lot. And because he made me keep shooting, and took me on a good hunt, I learned to love shooting, and respect safety.
And now 23 years latter I still enjoy shooting my Multi Pump Air Rifles.
Sounds like one heck of a guy. Too bad everyone doesn't have a grandpa like that
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Well, I guess I can tell ONE. LOL.When I was a little boy my Paw Paw took me to his brother's farm/ranch. (we went there a lot). Uncle Andrew had put up a bunch of Martin houses and I was told very clearly and harshly NOT to shoot any of the Martins. I had the go ahead for shooting any of the Starlings and Sparrows that were trying to take up residence in the Martin houses. Needless to say, I couldn't resist a shot on one of them Martins. I didn't know that I was being watched through the kitchen window. I got my butt beat pretty good for that one.
Richard
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When I was a little boy, my mom had a boyfriend named Art. He had an old German shorthair pointer named Snickers that he had since before he was old enough to drive. She was the quintessential one-eyed dog, lost in a battle with a coyote she killed on his mom and dad's West Texas farm. I loved Art, but I loved his dog more than life. Art took me on my first rabbit hunt, and Snickers helped me get my very first rabbit. It ran from us into a pile of PVC at his parent's farm, and Art lifted a pipe and shook it and out came that rabbit! It hit the ground running, but I got a good lead, and smack! Nailed it on the run! It rolled and immediately started to scream. Snickers snatched that bunny up in a flash and shook the life right out of it, then proudly trotted to me and Art with her prize. Probably saved me from a lot of guilt over wounding a animal. I was proud, too- my very first bunny! Wish I had a picture. Snickers was a great dog.
Anyway, fast forward a few months- I am blasting away aimlessly into the dark, at night, with my then-new Crosman 66 powermaster in the back yard when I heard a yelp. I ran to find the dog, but she wouldn't let me come near her. I was so ridden with guilt. I ran to tell mom what I'd done, I was so scared of where I hit snickers. I worried she might die in the night. I couldn't see any blood anywhere, but by then I'd killed a lot of critters with BB's and they usually didn't bleed much- if at all.
Mom didn't seem mad at me. She was more worried about snickers. I guess the way that I was bawling she figured that the guilt was punishment enough. When her boyfriend got home the next day, mom made me tell him what I had done. He screamed at me, and I could tell he wanted to tear my butt up, but he didn't- probably on account of my mom. I still never recieved any punishment, and I even got to keep my gun- which I kept in my own room and pretty much took it out whenever I felt like (up to that point, every single day). I had kind of hoped they would take it away because I felt so bad about what I'd done that I felt I didn't deserve to keep it.
Mom and Art broke up a week or so later, but Art let me keep Snickers. The dog and I were inseparable. Mom couldn't even spank me with the dog in the room, because if ANYONE even looked at me ugly her hair would stand up and she would bare her teeth and growl. But after that day she became gun shy, and couldn't hunt anymore.
It didn't take long before it became business as usual with me and my pellet gun, but snickers wouldn't come near if I had it in my hand. I'd ruined her. I never got over it, either- I still feel sad about it to this day, over 25 years later.
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Two nephews, aged 6 & 7 at the time, got BB guns for Christmas. Unfortunately they also had BB's in the package and by the time my sister got up Christmas morning, they had shot every ornament off of the Christmas tree. Never give a BB gun and BB's in the same package unsupervised!!!
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We lived on a dead end street. When I was about 12 they put the road through and put up a street light right across the street from my bedroom. The light shined in my room at night and drove me nuts. So after about a month of that I came home from school and my mom wasn't home so I went out in the back yard and waited until no cars or people were around and shot out that street light. It just poked a hole in it and nothing fell down. It was great, it took the city about 3 or 4 years to notice it was out. By then a tree had grown enough to mostly block the light. I never told my parents that I had done it until a year or two ago and it was 30 or so years ago I did it. Funny enough my dad thought it was fine because the light shined right in my room, but 30 years ago I'm sure he wouldn't have! The statute of limitations has probably run out but I'll take the 5th on what city it took place in any ways...
And then there were all the BB gun fights we had in the field next to the house. I'll never tell my folks about that. How no one got more than a welt I'll never know.
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I didn't get in trouble for it, but when I was about 15, my friend and I was shooting pigeons in his grandpa's barn (with his permission)
After we cleaned out the vermin that day, we were outside plinking.
His grandpa came over and asked to see the guns we were using, Charles was using an old crosman 760, I was sporting a daisy 880(metal receiver, and pump handle) with a bushnell .22 scope on it.(remember the one with the dovetail on the bottom, that ran the entire length of the scope tube?)
His grandpa asked was I any good with the rifle, I opened my big 15 year old mouth and said yea.
He asked if I could hit the bull in the next corral in the butt, I said "I can hit him in the nuts from here"
The old man asked if it would penetrate them, I said no I can reduce the pumps to just make it sting..
He said do it, I pumped it 5 times, and took about a 25 yard shot.
Through the scope I saw the sack twitch with the pellet impact, and the bull bellowed and ran across the corral.
The old man was laughing so hard I thought he was going to keel over..
He said that bull was one of the meanest bulls he had ever owned, and it was good to be able to inflict some pain his way...
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awesome, i just wanted for you guys to admit your faults and be a kid on the inside.....
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I was 8 years old and had just been given my first Air Rifle (A Crosman 760 if I remember correctly) with a tin of pellets, and I was shooting at a hand drawn target on an old half rotten piece of plywood just plinking away. We had a number of outside cats, and one named Boots (my cat) was running around in the area behind the target board. After probably 100 shots into the target (over pumping to 13 pumps every shot) I sent another pellet through the target and heard a MEEEEOOOOWWW scream out from behind the board, I dropped my Riffle and ran to investigate, boots died in less than a minute (a heart shot). The hardest loss of a pet ever. It was made worse as my grandpa (my custodian at the time) made me clean, cook and eat Boots (as a lesson to only kill what you are going to eat). He made a big point of it as when he gave me the gun he lectured me about safety, and making sure of the back drop, etc.
It was a hard lesson. Though I am glad that after that fatal error, he took the time to make sure that I kept shooting. Immediately after that worse supper of my life he took me outside had me make a better back stop and made me shoot at a paper target until I was out of pellets. The next morning before dawn he woke me and handed me 20 tins of pellets, and told me that he expected me to use every one of them before Saturday, this was a Wednesday morning. So I got a lot of practice that week, as they were 500 count tins (the old square tins), still to this day I do not know how I managed to shoot that many in only three days.
That Saturday we did the good kind of hunting (hunting Rabbit with one of his more powerful pump Air Riffles. So while it was a bad initial experience it taught me a lot. And because he made me keep shooting, and took me on a good hunt, I learned to love shooting, and respect safety.
And now 23 years latter I still enjoy shooting my Multi Pump Air Rifles.
Please tell us you were kidding about you grandfather making you eat your pet cat you accidentally shot...that's so messed up,so wrong on so many levels, I hope your ok now .
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Sadly I shot the little song birds and I regret ever doing that. I wish I had not because I shot them just to shoot them. My mother went off on me and rightfully so. Today, I enjoy the birds and only shot one which was a mocking bird because it kept using the bathroom all over my deck and railing and I tried running it off but found out they are territorial and don't leave a area. So my D34 took him or her out one day. I really felt bad having to kill the bird but it was making a mess of my porch/deck/and railing.
That said another one is back and hangs out. I am just leaving him alone and don't care this time.
Oh well. Now I shoot paper and steel swingers solely.
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Two nephews, aged 6 & 7 at the time, got BB guns for Christmas. Unfortunately they also had BB's in the package and by the time my sister got up Christmas morning, they had shot every ornament off of the Christmas tree. Never give a BB gun and BB's in the same package unsupervised!!!
Wow
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Two nephews, aged 6 & 7 at the time, got BB guns for Christmas. Unfortunately they also had BB's in the package and by the time my sister got up Christmas morning, they had shot every ornament off of the Christmas tree. Never give a BB gun and BB's in the same package unsupervised!!!
i would have done this but when i was 6 i got a daisy 105 or such, and sent outside. i remember pouring the whole tube into the bb mag. and shot at the bb package tube for a few hours....
...and it was never in my hands all the time till i was 12 and we moved to the country.......
although i did bad things with that daisy..... windows, brothers, neighbor-kids......etc.
opaque shower-door + bb = spider-webbed, 10,000 tiny pieces the size of fish-rocks..... don't tell my mom.....
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My father has always been a blackpowder shooter (he builds them out of kits) and used to take me to the woods while he tested out his latest build. I'd get to take my daisy lever action with and plink while he did his own thing. One time when I was in kindergarten he decided to go off on his own for whatever reason to check something to the point where he was out of sight. I was sitting on a stump fiddling with the cocking mechanism when this giant buck comes out of nowhere and stares me down from maybe 10 feet away. I was paralyzed with fear. Luckily the encounter was brief (even though it felt very long) and the deer ran off. I took a potshot in its general direction and I can tell you these days I'm glad I missed.
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Geeze you guys make me n my brothers look tame! Worst I ever got into trouble for wasn't even my fault (I still maintain it was self defense!) I was maybe 10, if that, had my newish Daisy, comparable to the Buck, but with a cheap plastic stock. I'd saved up allowance and odd job money for at least a month to buy that gun.
So me and my big brother are in the back yard plinking cans and such toward the field beside our house, and he turns and pops me in the butt with his Crosman 760. (3 pumps or so only, he could be mean but smart enough not to do real harm). So I proceed to return fire, levering about 4 to his one as he quickly jumps behind our boat, and I behind the burn barrel. (the boat was an old wooden hull job dad got really cheap to fix up. We never did get it in the water)
This battle must have gone on for at least 10 minutes, me plucking at his legs while he tried to pump that gun and load a bb then ducking behind cover when he tried to fire. (he had pretty heavy jeans on so Im not sure how much he felt my hits). About then we hear the back door to the house close and Mom shouts "Alright boys. Bring me your guns!"
My self defense argument dint get me anywhere, seems I should have been a rat and went crying to mommy instead of returning fire..
Still, we got them back in a couple weeks. We were smarter every other time we decided to have BB gun wars, (and a whole lot luckier since we never shot one anothers eyes out). We didn't do it when mom was home till we moved onto the farm, then we were in the woods where we couldn't be seen.
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My father has always been a blackpowder shooter (he builds them out of kits) and used to take me to the woods while he tested out his latest build. I'd get to take my daisy lever action with and plink while he did his own thing. One time when I was in kindergarten he decided to go off on his own for whatever reason ... Snip...
I just knew you were going to say you accidentally shot your dad! I'm thinking he'd have been a might bit displeased with you if you had!
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My father has always been a blackpowder shooter (he builds them out of kits) and used to take me to the woods while he tested out his latest build. I'd get to take my daisy lever action with and plink while he did his own thing. One time when I was in kindergarten he decided to go off on his own for whatever reason ... Snip...
I just knew you were going to say you accidentally shot your dad! I'm thinking he'd have been a might bit displeased with you if you had!
I got quite a frightening lecture about gun safety once prior to this incident when my dad caught me looking in the barrel of a gun around the same age. Nothing promotes gun safety at that age better than being shouted at. ;)