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Originally Posted by Boozinbloozin
Yeah I think your pretty accurate in your descrition of youthful imagination. Using the most primitive of tools to emulate the sophistication of 007 type reenactments. The building of forts and creek bed barriers serving as the foundation for the Bat Caves and what not. Growing up in the country there was never any shortage of open range and rough terrain for the most vivid of imagination. For me more so than Bond type movies were the Young Guns type flicks. With your single pump daisy air rifle that crapped out after 15 feet of flight. Probaly at a whopping 3 feet per 3.5 seconds. There was nothing you coudnt go up against in the wild wild west. Setting out across the plains and through the woods to meet up with the villan and his gang(usually Dr.Pepper cans or empty beer bottles) At any rate were made short work for your all to keen ability for hitting your target. Till you discovered your b.b. gun didnt have the power to break or shatter the glass. Of course thats until you graduated later in life to the more high powered of air rifles.
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Haha, yea I can relate to most of that, although I didn't have as much of a fixation on wild-west scenarios, but living in the country, I certainly had access to shooting implements when I got old enough. First bb gun was one of those black spring action Daisy pistols whose bbs barely harmed an apple at any respectable distance. Those types were the types you played bb gun wars with! Although I think my generation had begun gravitating towards Cops 'n Robbers more so than Cowboys 'n Indians.
Then later, my dad allowed me to start using the pellet rifle. But this was no ordinary pellet rifle. It was an old Benjamin pump rifle. You pump that sucker 8 times, and it's almost like a half-ass .22 rimfire.
Cans, bottles and other debris stood no chance. They all became a threat and I always sent 'em to the morgue.
