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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by boneyguy, Feb 18, 2019.
our neighborhood was all military and aerojet... we walked around with .22's and bb guns all the time... we played war pretty much nonstop..(with bb guns)
HA! You reminded me, I did have a BB gun. We would target shoot all the time between Stockton and Sacto. Kids will behave the way of the land. I remember thinking I was a cool dude with fireworks. Traveling cross country, on the forth of July in Cheyenne Wyoming. I was hanging with a couple of lunatics who held firecrackers in there hand and would chuck them at someone else right before the wick ran out.
I used to love watching Bonanza, then going outside to shoot the kid neighbours with my Crossman air rifle. I think it was a .22 brass bb pump action that came on a printed cardboard backing with cowboys and Indians shooting each other printed on it. Got it for my 7th birthday from the local toy store.
It could easily penetrate through a old corrugated iron fence sheet about 3 times as thick as the modern day equivalent and could hold around 12 brass ball bearings.
Have Gun Will Travel
Richard Boone was serious.
And in some cases it would still be a valid defense. JMHO of course.
Never mind all the killin'...how the heck did those Cartwright's keep their clothes so clean?
That was one of Hop Sing’s jobs.
I was figguring on the Ponderosa having immaculate cows.
But I ain't never been to Nevada.
Nevada is nice if you avoid the gambling Meccas.
You should check it out.
I lived in LV briefly.
The surrounding area is beautiful, especially the sunsets.
I like trees more than concrete.
(It's why I live in the country).
And I have this theory about people: they're generally nicer with some space between 'em.
As opposed to being forcibly concentrated.
did the neighbors ever figure out that you were responsible for all that damage?
That's because they weren't killing people, they were killing bad guys. Bad guys aren't people, so they don't matter, and weren't supposed to be memorable. (moderato sarcasmo).
The neighbours were mostly half deaf pensioners and the kids were their grandkids, mostly equipped with their own air rifles or sling shots. Those without would just throw rocks.
It was my grandpa everyone had to watch out for. Getting drunk and shooting a 308 ww2 relic at targets in the residential backyard. I think one neighbour might have clued on when their rainwater tank sprung a bunch of leaks.
The difference between the 70's back vs modern times is huge. Although I felt sorry for a girl that was reportedly shot in the head by an air rifle in the city a few years back I had to laugh that they shut down 4 city blocks searching for the shooter, helicopters, swat etc. She was fine, just the usual blood blister from a long distance air rifle shot although she was taken to hospital.
Perry Mason lost one case, and another time, his client was found innocent, but they didn't identify the killer.
Man, that's so deep!
The only thing I got out of the opening of that show was that back in the day, steel, and for that matter thread were significantly substandard.
I think it was in the movie Tin Men, about shady guys selling aluminum siding in Baltimore in the early 1960's with Richard Dreyfuss and Danny DeVito...one of the side characters was talking about how unrealistic Bonanza was...one of his lines was something like "he's a 53 year old father with three 47 year old sons."
And their teeth!
Every one of them had perfect, glowing white teeth. That's impossible. They didn't even have a dentist, much less Colgate or Crest.
308 win = 1952