Discussion in 'General Gun Discussions' started by GunnyUSMC, Jun 8, 2021.
Oh, the sadness of living in a suburban setting where shots can’t be fired…..
If you have friends and guns long enough, it seems that at some point, you'll have to ask yourself whether a friend of however many years needs a gun worse than you need that gun sitting in your safe.
One way to enjoy retirement! LOL Here's to good friends.
good man with a gun, don't we!
I bought that rifle about 5 years ago for just over $100, if I remember right. It’s been in the safe since I bought it, I never fired it. But that is only because I have 4 other magazine feed Marlin 22 rifles.
I’ve always had a soft spot for 22 rifles and have over 60 of them. With all the other guns I have, it’s getting kind of crowded in the house. You can say that my friend helped me out a little by taking the rifle.
A few years ago my friend showed up at the house with a little 22 pistol. The first thing I noticed was there was a ding on the tip of the barrel. I asked if he had dropped it or something, and he said yes, in your driveway when getting out of the car. He said he had brought it over to give to me. We both laughed. I still have the little gun, and it still has the ding at the muzzle.
I live in a small town of 1,100 people. City hall freaked out when I was using an old single shot Savage bolt action and CB caps to thin the critters getting into my trash cans. Since they freaked out and said I could use my 22, I went and bought a Gamo break barrel .177 pellet rifle. It is wayyyyyy louder than the 22 with CB caps. Neighbors hate me but city hall is happy
And yes rimfire guns can be addictive to say the least. At lest 50% of my rifles are rimfire and 25% of my handguns are rimfire.
I have an RC Model Story for you:
RC had a fairly new Dodge 4x4 pick up that was his pride and joy. Well the dam squirrels ate all the wiring up and cost him over $1000. Now RC did not take this lightly . He tried trapping but RC had an arsenal of fine guns, I know because I visited him at his home in Lawrence, Kansas. He lived in a typical older subdivision with lots of large oak trees (ideal squirrel habitat). RC's war on squirrels began for over a year, he worked on them with 2 air rifles, He scoped them and tested various types of pellets. He was perplexed that he could knock out of the tree and when he went to retrieve them they would runaway! Well he perfected his methods. He determined what type of pellet and what caliber worked best! If I recall correctly he shot about 250 squirrels over a little over a year. He had to be sneaky and not let the neighbors know what he was up to!! I asked what he did with them and he said he froze them in Walmart bags and thru them in garbage on garbage day.
He got sick and died not long after that.
Uh, no.....that would be mice. Chewed up a wiring harness on my Focus RS. $580 .
I have seen where squirrels have chewed up wiring harnesses too.
My mother has been feeding the squirrels at her house and they are starting to get out of hand. But to tell you the truth, she loves to cook squirrels and I think it’s her plan to get me to come over and kill her a bunch of squirrels to cook. I love my mom.
They can be either a tasty meal or a destructive PITA...
That's why I use air rifles too. I need to get one that produces more velocity than my current one.
I like to think I would. Good work!
The red ones taste the best.
My first year at college was at the University of South Florida in Tampa. It was an open campus with walkways, and a few outdoor courtyards near cantinas where you could grab a bite and eat out in the open. Campus officials periodically asked students not to feed squirrels, and not to get too familiar as they were, of course, wild animals.
But college kids are worldly-wise and know everything ( ) so of course they did the opposite. Sitting outside next to a low wall, say, eating potato chips talking, say you were holding up a chip in anticipation. But all of a sudden, it's ripped from between your fingers. Then you turn and see the furry bandit on that wall happily chewing up your potato chip.
Evil tree rat!
One day I was walking along returning to my dorm. One of these grey fuzzy-tailed demons scampered over to me. I paused, startled a squirrel would do that .... most I'd known ran away. The evil little clown jumped onto my leg and climbed halfway up!!!! Unsure of how a startled squirrel would react to being shooed away .... and wondering if the wee beastie had any hidden superpowers .... I hesitated to do anything. Finally the tiny twit lept off and ran away.
So .... no superpowers. I was safe.
Those 1970s USF students were entirely too friendly with the squirrel population....
I bet you put a smile on his face when you gave him the gun. And knowing that you made a young man happy, put one on yours.
We spent a lot of days together in the woods when he was a pup.. He has moved now but I still hunt with his dad.
never sell it-unless my kids needed something like new shoes. The recipient of my Ruger was well-shod.
Some people are like that. They just don’t put a value, other then dollars, on something given to them.
When I give a gun to someone, I pretty much know that it’s a gift that that person will appreciate more then just the dollar value.
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