(A.K.A., My Second Daisy)

When I was in the 8th Grade, I was fortunate enough to be living in the Rocky Mountains when a greenhorn from
Eye-Oh-Way moved to town and joined our Home Room class.

'Larry' and I shared a number of common interests, most having to do with heaving projectiles at various targets of opportunity, so we became fast friends.

So fast, in fact, that Fall we made a 'gun' trade.

To cut to the chase, I had a Marksman-brand BB pistol that looked like a .45 Auto; Larry had The Bent-Barrel BB Gun.

How bent, you ask?

Well, now, let's see...

Yup, I still got it.

'Bent' though it was, I got used to its curveball trajectory right quick and slew many a poor sparrow with it.

It also played a central role in The Great Grasshopper Hunt Of '73...

But that, as they say, is another story.

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That gun has a "high capacity magazine" on it! I've seen kids pour 100s of BBs into those things! We're all gonna die!

And, even though we were just 'kids', we were allowed to buy them at the local hardware store (!)

However, as I also recall, 'Store Policy' was One Tube Per Kid Per Day...
Sound familiar?

Daisy 'Speedloading' Tip (You know, for Zombies and such... )
• Pour BBs in mouth
• 'Spit' BBs in magazine

...Simple

Those really *were* the days...

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And it was then, too, but there's just one thing...

I ain't so sure the Statue [sic] Of Limitations has expired yet.

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. . . that piece is what my previously-mentioned Daisy Smoker looked like, less the BB-handling bits. Very basic, no forend, plain wood stock.

And the barrel wasn't custom-aligned like this.

Now back to the subject at hand . . .

Fer ref'rence and all.

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If − that is, when − you run out of BBs, ordinary, old-fashioned kitchen matches make EXCELLENT substitutes.

True, they have to be muzzle-loaded − and singly, at that − but imagine a locust lounging on a rock...

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Dang, FOG! That brings back memories of my waywary youth.....