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Originally posted by Choctaw111:

I had a really great BB gun that I enjoyed tremendously. It was the ol' Pumpmaster 760. I was out all the time carrying that thing around.

We had a cousin that had one of the 760's, and he wore that thing out. The only bb gun I have ever owned was a Crosman M1 carbine where you had to slide the barrel down to c0ck it. My cousin would always be joking around by asking if anybody wanted to have a bb gun war, and proceed to hold the trigger down while levering the forearm as fast as he could to be spraying bb's everywhere. My brothers and I never really played with bb guns all that often because we all used the .22's, and .410's most of the time for hunting and plinking, and heavier calibers when we could afford to pick up ammunition for them.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5O26Dtubh0

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Originally posted by Ba5tard5word:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5O26Dtubh0

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nathanthend (6 days ago)

Come on folks, wood totally beats water. It floats in water right. If water had its way it would drown that wood, but it floats. Well, if they had wind, wood can beat wind, stand strong against it. Wind could beat water. The ocean can't stop the wind from blowing.

What kind of argument is that? Where are the graphs, nathanthend? Have you got transcripts of interviews from real Battle Beasts veterans? I want at least six pages of evidence before I'll concede that wood can possibly beat water, unless the water is controlled by a complete noob or outnumbered two to one.

My brother had one of those vacu-form machines too, back in the sixties. And of course we had several "Creepy Crawler" sets where you'd fill up insect/snake/lizard/spider molds with liquid plastic and cook it with the machine's little stove top. That was in the middle-late sixties maybe? That was only fun up to a point because the most fun you'd get was scaring girls with them at school.

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Originally posted by Messaschnitzel:

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Originally posted by Choctaw111:

I had a really great BB gun that I enjoyed tremendously. It was the ol' Pumpmaster 760. I was out all the time carrying that thing around.

We had a cousin that had one of the 760's, and he wore that thing out. The only bb gun I have ever owned was a Crosman M1 carbine where you had to slide the barrel down to c0ck it. My cousin would always be joking around by asking if anybody wanted to have a bb gun war, and proceed to hold the trigger down while levering the forearm as fast as he could to be spraying bb's everywhere. My brothers and I never really played with bb guns all that often because we all used the .22's, and .410's most of the time for hunting and plinking, and heavier calibers when we could afford to pick up ammunition for them.

I preferred the Sheridan Blue Streak pellet rifle over BB guns because they were much better for killing birds. A lot of birds are near extinction solely due to the backyard shooting forays of me and my brothers!! When was the last time you saw an Ivory-Billed Woodpecker?? Well, now you know why you don't see them.............

Give me a pencil....and a piece of paper...and then my imagination lets loose! (with airplanes of course)


I like this elictric paper airplane luancher I have here...

I also love computers.

I’m nearly 38, so the big thing for me was action figures. When the Star Wars figures came out that was pretty much all I played with until the little GI Joe figures came out. I remember also having a big wheel that I would ride around the block, toy guns, and those picture books with the 45 rpm record were a bit hit for me when I was 5 or so. I had a couple of Transformers. By the time I was a teenager I had given all of my stuff to my younger brother and was collecting comics and playing any RPG I could get my hands on.

Being a child living in a middle class suburb during middle of the 1960s here in California with lots of kids around my age, we all had Lincoln Logs, GI Joes and Hot Wheels that we'd all get together with and make a big thing out of now and again. But in the end, the best of the best were our bicycles (though not really toys). Our 'burb was literally at the edge of town and beyond was the end of civilization: seemingly endless acres of abandoned orchards and farms. We'd ride out there to build new forts (sometimes in trees), make secret clubs, hunt lizards, snakes, frogs and toads, shoot sparrows with our cheapy daisy BB guns, and of course the inevitable dirt clod fights with 'rival' clubs. One cool feature of these fights were the mortar shells of lobbed clumps of long bladed grass with a huge clod of dirt clung onto the roots. Man, those were the days! I wish my kids had that kind of freedom.

Some nice memories posted, chaps. Moved me to go digging in the family archives...

The Iron Duke.




My first horse.

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Originally posted by mortoma:

I preferred the Sheridan Blue Streak pellet rifle over BB guns because they were much better for killing birds. A lot of birds are near extinction solely due to the backyard shooting forays of me and my brothers!! When was the last time you saw an Ivory-Billed Woodpecker?? Well, now you know why you don't see them.............

I remember the Sheridan Blue and Silver Streaks. They were .177 caliber weren't they? My oldest brother had a Benjamin .22 made back in the 1950's. Back when I was 10-11 years old, I could pump that rifle up 15 times before I gave out. At that pressure, I think that it was as powerful as a .22 long rifle at short range, judging how it could knock gray squirrels out of a tree like it did.

I quit killing songbirds and the like when I was around 11-12 years old when we were visiting relatives outside of Vicksburg, Miss. We were messing around with our cousin's bb guns on the edge of a cornfield when I shot a little yellow songbird that was feeding atop of a corn stalk. It fell off, but kept hanging on the end of the stalk with its beak, causing the stalk to arch over. A few seconds later, it dropped off and was as dead as a doornail. That, for what it is worth, will stay with me forever. For some reason, that turned me off to shooting something that I am not going to eat ever again if I don't absolutely have to. One of my 'casual chores' back then was to keep the birds off our fig tree and pretty big vegetable garden that we had out back of the property. Before the cornfield episode I would plug the birds right off where they lit down with .22 shorts, but after that I would use .22 LR's and purposely aim maybe 10 ft. at the ground in front of me and fire so the noise would scare off the birds. With the crows, all you had to do was start to point a shotgun at them and they would wing it. If you had some tool in your hand like a hoe or a rake, then they would stay put and give you the middle feather because they knew the difference.

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Originally posted by TheFamilyMan:
Being a child living in a middle class suburb during middle of the 1960s here in California with lots of kids around my age, we all had Lincoln Logs, GI Joes and Hot Wheels that we'd all get together with and make a big thing out of now and again. But in the end, the best of the best were our bicycles (though not really toys). Our 'burb was literally at the edge of town and beyond was the end of civilization: seemingly endless acres of abandoned orchards and farms. We'd ride out there to build new forts (sometimes in trees), make secret clubs, hunt lizards, snakes, frogs and toads, shoot sparrows with our cheapy daisy BB guns, and of course the inevitable dirt clod fights with 'rival' clubs. One cool feature of these fights were the mortar shells of lobbed clumps of long bladed grass with a huge clod of dirt clung onto the roots. Man, those were the days! I wish my kids had that kind of freedom.

Wow FamilyMan, your post really brings back great memories. I lived in southern california for part of my youth in the 70's and could have written the same memory word for word. And yes toys were good and all but our bicycles were always with us.

that's easy, I still have some of them, but they're severily used

Gi-Joe action figures, plus some vehicle parts remaining

Star Wars action figures, they even have some original weapons

Transformers, just 2 complete, others are only parts

Micromachines, lots of cars, and several planes, also 8 stations complete, but the planes are clippled, I don't know what was I thinking when I removed the propeller from the planes

and a Stuff Snoopy (as in stuff-bear) and a little Clown, from when I was a baby

pretty corny but I still have them

I loved playing pocket pool. No, not THAT pocket pool. We had a miniature pool set. The stick was a spring loaded pole that hit the cueball into the other balls, which in turn went into the pockets of the table top pool table.

We had another game. It was a sort of bowling game, but instead of an alley the ball was tethered to a pole and you swung the ball toward candlepin sized pins. When we got bored we used the tethered ball as a battle mace. It only hurts the first time you get hit. After that it's the constant ringing that bothers you more.

Can't forget VERTI BIRD.

Johnny Lightning and Hot Wheels 'Sizzlers.'

My parents got me the tamer version of America's Space Race toy, Billy Blastoff. It was battery operated and walked on it's own. If you sat it in it's Moon Crawler or it's Moon Rover he went off on his own.

Bobby Hull Tabletop Hockey. My dad always came home and spent a half hour playing with me before dinner. Being older now and realizing that after work and fighting rush hour traffic I just wanna relax and gather my thoughts, it makes me appreciate those times a bit more.

The ten inch tall Six Million Dollar Man with the "Bionic Eye"!

*Daa-na na na na na....*

Kung-Fu Grip™!