Steve, I do in fact plan on buying a replacement in the very near future and even though I have plenty of air rifles to pass on to my granddaughter when she's old enough I have a feeling that it will be the first BB gun I introduce her to Jeff
I'm really glad this new BB gun gate is getting some action. It's bringing many of us back to where we started.
I remember my very first BB gun like it was just yesterday. I was around 10 years old. My parents had just bought some vacant land up in the Catskill Mountains and during the summer we would spend every weekend camping on our property. I spent endless hours exploring the fields and woods and that's where I developed my intense love for the outdoors. My dad even bought me a pair of walkie talkies (they were huge) so he could stay in contact with me as I explored. One weekend, after setting up the tents and camping gear my dad surprised me with a large box. I opened it and found a lever action BB rifle and a tube of BB's. I think it was a Daisy "Spittin Image" BB rifle. Anyway, I remember being so excited that I wanted to bust. My dad showed me how to use the rifle and made sure I understood that I was only to use the rifle when he was with me. I remember shortly after we were sitting in camp and I saw a blackbird land at the top of a tree near our tents. I asked my dad if I could shoot it and he said "sure". My mom overheard and told my dad not to let me shoot any birds but my dad told me to go ahead. I took aim, fired and the blackbird fell to the ground like a sack of nickels. My mom started yelling at my dad, although I must admit I was so thrilled with my first harvest that I barely took notice. After that I was told by my dad that I was not to shoot any more animals and I complied. Years later my dad told me that the only reason he let me shoot at the blackbird was because he didn't think there was any way in heck that I was going to actually hit the bird and that he felt really bad when I did hit it. As I got older I was able to explore our woods and fields by myself with the rifle, sticking to my pledge not to shoot at any live animals. Those days are some of my fondest memories of my youth and they also instilled in me the love that I have for the outdoors, hunting, fishing and especially for our land. Today my mom and dad are gone and I am the owner of the land, which I lovingly take care of and hunt and fish on every year. Even though so many years have passed since I ripped open that box containing my "spittin image" BB gun every single time I go upstate and am on our land those memories come flooding back to me and I smile. I now prowl those fields and woods during hunting season with modern day PB rifles but those days exploring with my beloved BB gun were the best I don't know whatever happened to my BB rifle, for the life of me I can't remember. I'm sure it was stored away in the attic of my parents home but my searches always failed to locate it. The house was sold long ago so I cannot continue my search, but that rifle will always live in my memories Jeff
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