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I had know idea there were so many of us, that pulled the same stunt with the Red Ryder. I'm still trying to determine just what my inspiration was for pulling the trigger with the lever down. When I think about it now my fingers still hurt. | |||
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I'll admit to the smashed fingers from the Daisy cocking lever. Anyone ever make a cannon from sewer pipe, buckshot, and the powder from the same shotgun shell the buckshot came from? I used 'wicks' from Black Cat firecrackers, and a small primer hole at the breech end. The breech was sealed by driving it into an undersized hole in a block of wood. I think it was either 3/8 or 1/2" black pipe that was a pretty close fit with OO buck, just enough room for a patch (actually a pistol cleaning patch). A lot of the fireworks came from the primer hole, but the ball actually cme out most of the time, at modest velocity. Obviously I was not supervised enough as a child, yet I survived with all ten fingers, both eyes, and the half brain I was born with. Todd | |||
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BEEN THERE DONE THAT............................. | |||
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Yeah, I whacked my hand a few times with an old Daisy BB Gun. | |||
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we used to empty the shot from 12 ga shells then tape a steely (ball bearing) marble to the base then throw them like grenades. Lots of fun! Oh yeah, I did the Daisy trick too. Seems I remember loosing my grip on the lever at about 3/4 cocked and having it slap back on sensitive parts also, it's just been so long ago and some things are better left forgot. Drakeslayer | |||
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Mouse, You're story of the match and the .22 shell reminds me of one of my more brilliant ideas. We used to fill spent .22 shells with match heads and then smack them with a hammer to hear the bang. I have a great scar on my hand from a piece of brass. I have a couple more from BB gun wars. Ah, the beautiful bliss of youth. Jeff | |||
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OH BABY my sides hurt from reading this one. Can't beleive the stunts we pulled and survived to laugh about it. Guys aren't the only ones though as my wife has a bunch of doozies -- usualy with the help of an older dumber brother. I escaped the Red Ryder experience only because my first was air gun was a slide barrel Crossman. HOWEVER, I loaned a $5 garage sale Red Ryder to my less than worldly girl freind and her mother to rid them selves of marauder pigeons that were hogging the bird feeder. She got the royal blood blister routine and I got the scorn of both for not informing them of the the brutal obvious. In hind sight I think she deserved the education. I did the roll of caps as did my wife however I upped the antie to the level of small nukes by using a 4 LB double jack weilded sideways to touch off a whole box of rolls with one whack. Small wonder I can't hear now! | |||
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Hard to maintain an office attitude reading these! Priceless stuff. My brother got the pump model Daisy and wouldn't let me touch it. Yup, I just knew he'd kill me if I did. Well, my neighbor kid and I both got Ben Pearson archery sets and the fun began. At target practice one day, I stuck one into their chicken coop and had to put my butt to the wall and try to yank the arrow out. Bent over with the top of my head facing my compadre, he lets one fly. SHEE-OOT ! I thought someone threw a rock or hit me with a hammer. "Oh sorry!" he said. I felt like skinning him which I didn't know how to do. Then, the blood came from the cut scalp. I held my hand on it and went home to mom in the kitchen. She'd seen us bleed before, but then she asked what happened when the hand came off the cut and the scalp let fly. I told her, "Phil shot me in the head with his bow and arrow." Not good. Not good at all. Things were patched up between Phil and I in a couple of hours. But mom took a bit longer. Funny, but mom and I laugh ourselves to tears with those memories. | |||
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What a hoot! Used to take caps to school and we'd all hide out on the back part of the playground settin em off with rocks. Can still remember the burns on my fingers! Unfortunately, I got called to the front of the room for talking in class after we got back in after recess. Teacher applied several generous licks - and I smelled the aroma of burnt powder all the way back to my seat from the caps I had in my back pocket! | |||
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My father was an engineer on the New York Central Railroad and most of the kids where I grew up had fathers that worked on the railroad. The railroad always gave a new 6 volt lantern battery for every shift even if it was a day shift, also flares and best of all they had these things called "railroad torpedos" they were about two inches square and had a piece of flat metal attached to affix them to the track. When a train went over them they would explode giving a signal of danger ahead. Three in a row ment stop right now. I my later years I found out that these were made of dynomite. When I was about 11 years old I got the bright Idea the if you shot one of these it would be a real kick. I had 5 so I found an old dead elm tree and attached all 5 about a foot apart. I figured it might be a "little dangerous" so my buddy and I got back at about 50 yards and started taking turns shooting. We didn't hit them so we kept getting a little closer. When I finally hit one they all went off. Peppered us with tree parts, caught the elm tree on fire, showed me God looks after fools, because after about 5 minutes it started raining. Everybody thought that old elm was struck by lightening and we just kept our mouths shut, til this day. These kids today just don't get to have any fun. | |||
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Yep, add one more to the list. I also remember giving the gun to my sister so I could watch her fingers also get pinched. | |||
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I had a family member who a mechanical engineer. When I took my Daisy 25 BB gun appart in 1961 with the big break down screw in the middle, I couldn't figure out how to get it back together. Niether could he. We went to Bill and Ard's Sporting goods store where he looked inside a new one to the insight for reaseembly. I spent more time hunting with that gun when I was 10 than anything else I did that year. I don't think I ever managed to kill anything with it. It never trapped my fingers as it had a lock out. hey, maybe that's what made it so complicated. [ 03-01-2003, 10:19: Message edited by: Clark ] | |||
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