BB guns and Trash Cans

[bushog]

I got one too..

Lived around about a 20 acre lake growing up and this old timer across the lake was some sort of archery champion. Had a study full of bows, arrows and trophies for archery. This guy was also the keeper of all the ducks and geese that lived on the lake.

He taught me how to shoot a bow, fletch arrows and such. Great guy and he spent a lot of time with me. He introduced me to the deadly "Judo Point". When I was about 12 I got one of the 1st Bear compound bows and was ready to test it out after the old timer and I had fletched a dozen arrows for it.

Long story short, I got in my canoe at nightfall one evening and glid up on the geese that were resting on an island in the lake and poked one.

Darned thing flew right across the lake and went to flapping around on the old man's front porch with one of my newly fletched arrows stuck in 'em.

He never said anything, I never fessed up and I never went over and work with him again.

We both knew what I had done.

Haven't thought about that in a loooong time.

[jayhawker]

Didn't want to hijack, so waited for the thread to slow down. At recent NRA convention I saw a Broomhandle Mauser CO2 powered BB gun. Went online and bought one from Pyramid Airguns. It is fantastic. It is selective fire, and on full auto setting empties an 18 round mag in 3 seconds. The CO2 cartridge goes in the removable magazine. It is a hoot. The only problem is it will continue to "fire" after the mag is empty, so one may exhaust the CO2 cartridge in a hurry. But short bursts at a empty plastic soda bottle at 10 feet are great.

[paul105]

Back in the mid-80s, my son and I were hunting the big bend country outside of Sanderson, TX. We were with a group hunting mule deer. My son was too young to carry a rifle, but had his BB gun. We were sitting midway up a side hill overlooking the bottom of a dry wash that ended in a point across from us. We knew that the owner of the property was back up the wash on the other side of the point. After sitting for 30 minutes or so, we picked up a Javalina slowly working its way down the bottom of the wash bed. My son looked at me and whispered “can I shoot it” (with his BB gun). When it got close enough, he let her fly, the little pig jumped and ran around the point up the draw on the other side. About a minute later we heard five or six pistol shots. Back at camp that night the owner swore he was charged by a Javalina and had to run it off with his HiPower. We laugh about it to this day.

[paul105]

One more -- the above was about BB guns – this one’s about trash cans.

When the wife and I were first married, we lived on the 2nd story of condominium complex. Below our bedroom and bathroom windows was a fenced area that held the complex’s garbage cans. The sidewalk paralleled the fenced in cans. Cats would jump the fence and scrounge around in the garbage. They’d knock the lids off and while digging thru the trash the handles on the metal cans would rattle/clank incessantly.

Figuring to run the cats off, I armed myself with gallon milk jugs filled with water. There was a sliding window over the shower/tub. I removed the screen and went to bed waiting for the nightly disturbance. About 11:00 pm I heard the cans rattling. I went into the bathroom, stepped into the tub, grabbed milk jug and eased myself out the window. My bare upper torso, along with one arm charged with milk jug was halfway out the window looking for the offending feline. Just then I looked at the side walk where some lady was walking her little dog. She took one look at me, half naked, hanging out the window with milk jug in hand and about jerked the little dogs head off in here haste to get out of there.