My first air rifle was a Diana 23 my father used to shoot when he was young. I put all kinds of projectiles in the barrel: pellets, paper, matches, pieces of plastic... I shot it until I had to keep the trigger pushed forward or it would shoot spontaniously. Internally the trigger mechanism was totally worn out. I still have it, all rusted and in pieces, but it could be a nice restauration project.
That’s really cool. In 1981 or 82 my dad bought a very worn D23 for my younger brother when we lived in Belgium. Barrel was bent. Seals were shot. Last year I restified it. Shoots great now.
Last week I accomplished one of those goals that I think many of us here dream about. I found a very nice Crosman 1400. Not everyone's dream I know, but the 1400 was my first gun that wasn't a hand-me-down. In my teenaged hands that gun was a Kentucky squirrel rifle, or a double express, or a tack driving wildcat, or anything my youthful imagination could conjure up. The wooded hills and thickets that I roamed in those days are all subdivisions and strip malls now. I can look up on my wall and see that chunky little piece of hardwood and blued steel and I remember what it was like to wander the woods hunting and dreaming of the day when I would go on a real hunt with a real gun. 40 years later I still dream of real hunting, but with an airgun, the way it used to be.
And here's the Daisy 104 upon arrival in today's post; At least the factory stickers are still in place; Build date is Feb 1973.