How many survived the "bb gun" wars?
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clubsoda22
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speaking of spud cannons, my friends spud cannon regularly breaks mach 1 with sand filled mountain dew cans wrapped in duct tape. We're only running it at 85psi too, if there was a better compressor we could do 120. This beast can take down trees.
Kamicosmos
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I had many BB Gun fights with friends....right up until we got into Paintball in the early 90's. We would put on Jeans and Denim Jackets...and go at it. No safety glasses or anything.
Man...that was nuts...but it was fun! Glad paintball came along...much safer!
Man...that was nuts...but it was fun! Glad paintball came along...much safer!
HankB
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BB Gun Wars?
I did lots of stupid stuff when I was a young kid - how I got through my childhood with all my fingers intact still amazes me, considering my fascination with pyrotechnics - but I never was a part of any BB gun wars.
Yeah, I got a BB gun when I was still too little to even cock it. I mean, I had to tuck the buttstock under my armpit in order to reach the trigger!
But by the time I'd grown older, Dad had already taught me not to shoot at people. Unless it's really, REALLY necessary.
And then you don't use a BB gun.
I took these lessons to heart - I guess that's why I got a .22 rifle at age 7, and a .22 revolver for 8th grade graduation.
preach mode ON:
I hope the adult veterans of the BB gun wars of yesteryear are teaching their kids proper gun safety today.
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I did lots of stupid stuff when I was a young kid - how I got through my childhood with all my fingers intact still amazes me, considering my fascination with pyrotechnics - but I never was a part of any BB gun wars.
Yeah, I got a BB gun when I was still too little to even cock it. I mean, I had to tuck the buttstock under my armpit in order to reach the trigger!
But by the time I'd grown older, Dad had already taught me not to shoot at people. Unless it's really, REALLY necessary.
And then you don't use a BB gun.
I took these lessons to heart - I guess that's why I got a .22 rifle at age 7, and a .22 revolver for 8th grade graduation.
preach mode ON:
I hope the adult veterans of the BB gun wars of yesteryear are teaching their kids proper gun safety today.
preach mode OFF
OEF_VET
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Ahhh, the good ole days.
My brother and I would take turns riding our bikes down the street while the other one tried to hit a moving target. Not too bright, but a helluva lot of fun.
Another time, I had shot a bird out of the tree in the backyard (I was truly only aiming for the branch and instead clipped his wing.) and another kid tried to pick the bird up. I shot towards him and told him to leave it alone, as it had suffered enough already. Well, he says I hit him in the hand but I don't think I did. He goes home later that night and tells his mom and she calls the cops. The cops call my folks and after a conference between myself, my folks, and one of the local policemen, it was decided that I should forfiet my bb gun until I turned 18, which was about 6 months away. Luckily my dad is a county deputy, or else I don't think the cops would have been so lienient.
Fast forward to July 4th, 1997. I was over at my squad leaders house with my son, getting ready to go see the fireworks. He and I, both in our mid-20's, decide to shoot off soem bottle rockets. Well, shooting them into the air isn't any fun, so we eventually started launching them at each other. He dropped one while trying to light it and bent over to pick it up. Just as he did, I fired one at him. My rocket went straight thru the part of his t-shirt that was hanging down, boring entrance and exit holes thru it, and bounced off his van, which was parked nearby. After bouncing off the van, it exploded about 6 inches from his face! He jumped about 3 feet into the air! Once he realized it had passed clean thru his shirt, we both laughed our heads off. Funny though, neither of our wives thought it was that funny. Maybe that's why we're both divorced now?
Fast forward again. This time, it's July 4th, 2001. I had told my fiance that it is perfectly safe to shoot off bottle rockets from your hand. Of course, she doesn't like the idea and tells me that I'm going to hurt myself. So, I grab a rocket, hold it outstretched in one hand, and light it with the other. It launches into the air and explodes with a loud crack. When I look at her, she simply says "You know your shirt's on fire?". I look down and sure enough, the sparks had landed on my shirt and were proceeding to burn a small hole into it. I put it out with my fingers, and she said (with a slight air of 'I told you so'), "Now, you're not allowed to teach our kids to do that." Lord, I hate it when she's right. (And she so often is.)
Frank
My brother and I would take turns riding our bikes down the street while the other one tried to hit a moving target. Not too bright, but a helluva lot of fun.
Another time, I had shot a bird out of the tree in the backyard (I was truly only aiming for the branch and instead clipped his wing.) and another kid tried to pick the bird up. I shot towards him and told him to leave it alone, as it had suffered enough already. Well, he says I hit him in the hand but I don't think I did. He goes home later that night and tells his mom and she calls the cops. The cops call my folks and after a conference between myself, my folks, and one of the local policemen, it was decided that I should forfiet my bb gun until I turned 18, which was about 6 months away. Luckily my dad is a county deputy, or else I don't think the cops would have been so lienient.
Fast forward to July 4th, 1997. I was over at my squad leaders house with my son, getting ready to go see the fireworks. He and I, both in our mid-20's, decide to shoot off soem bottle rockets. Well, shooting them into the air isn't any fun, so we eventually started launching them at each other. He dropped one while trying to light it and bent over to pick it up. Just as he did, I fired one at him. My rocket went straight thru the part of his t-shirt that was hanging down, boring entrance and exit holes thru it, and bounced off his van, which was parked nearby. After bouncing off the van, it exploded about 6 inches from his face! He jumped about 3 feet into the air! Once he realized it had passed clean thru his shirt, we both laughed our heads off. Funny though, neither of our wives thought it was that funny. Maybe that's why we're both divorced now?
Fast forward again. This time, it's July 4th, 2001. I had told my fiance that it is perfectly safe to shoot off bottle rockets from your hand. Of course, she doesn't like the idea and tells me that I'm going to hurt myself. So, I grab a rocket, hold it outstretched in one hand, and light it with the other. It launches into the air and explodes with a loud crack. When I look at her, she simply says "You know your shirt's on fire?". I look down and sure enough, the sparks had landed on my shirt and were proceeding to burn a small hole into it. I put it out with my fingers, and she said (with a slight air of 'I told you so'), "Now, you're not allowed to teach our kids to do that." Lord, I hate it when she's right.
(And she so often is.)Frank
Boondock Saint
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"You didn't want to get in range of my Crossman 760 circa 1980..." hehe you DONT want to get in range of my crossman 760 circa 1980 (thanks to my grandparents for passing down they're rat killer) because the war is still on! at least for us who are not of age to own a real firearm yet...More reports as they come commander *salute*
Silent Bob
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Still have a bb under my scalp from that crap! And where was MY parade????
Silent Bob
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Speaking of BB guns, anyone else remember those AR-15 looking BB guns that were common in the mid-80s? I believe even Wal-Mart sold them.
iamkris
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Yup, very stupid. Glad to hear I'm not the only one.
I shot my best friends little brother right betwwen the eyes back in high school in the early 80's (no safety glasses...stupid). Lots of blood and we tried to convince him to tell his parents he fell...until we noticed the lump right next to his tear duct. Had to go to the emergency room and have it cut out. Lost my BB gun privledges for a month but didn't lose my interest in guns.
I shot my best friends little brother right betwwen the eyes back in high school in the early 80's (no safety glasses...stupid). Lots of blood and we tried to convince him to tell his parents he fell...until we noticed the lump right next to his tear duct. Had to go to the emergency room and have it cut out. Lost my BB gun privledges for a month but didn't lose my interest in guns.
geekWithA.45
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I tried to create a bottle rocket crossbow out of an old shotgun stock, a springy piece of wood, and a string.
The first time I tried it, the string slipped over the lit fuse of the bottle rocket, and I had to eject the whole thing, which detonated about 5 feet away.
Back to the drawing board I went...
NevadaPistolero
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LOL...damn this thread brings back memories 
We used to shoot each other just to see how bad it would hurt. No matter if just started out walking into the hills to shoot our BB guns sooner or later it was battle time. No one was ever seriously hurt, it was a blast shooting your buddy Hell the rock fights we used to get into with kids we didnt like would get you more hurt than BB. Ever take a huge dirt clod up side the head LOL.
We used to shoot each other just to see how bad it would hurt. No matter if just started out walking into the hills to shoot our BB guns sooner or later it was battle time. No one was ever seriously hurt, it was a blast shooting your buddy Hell the rock fights we used to get into with kids we didnt like would get you more hurt than BB. Ever take a huge dirt clod up side the head LOL.OEF_VET
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Silent Bob,
Those M-16 looking bb guns were the Crossman A*I*R*17. They fired bb's, pellets, or darts, and only required 1 pump to fire quite fast. This is the kind of gun I had, until a dart got stuck partway down the barrel. I tried everything I could think of, but couldn't get the dart out of there.
Frank
Those M-16 looking bb guns were the Crossman A*I*R*17. They fired bb's, pellets, or darts, and only required 1 pump to fire quite fast. This is the kind of gun I had, until a dart got stuck partway down the barrel. I tried everything I could think of, but couldn't get the dart out of there.
Frank
Yeah I'm a survivor. I still have a bb embedded about an inch deep in my left thigh, from some poorly conceived horseplay when I was 12. The doctor said he'd have to cut me to get it out, and that since it was just copper washed steel it wouldn't hurt me to leave it in. So it's still there over 20 years later. If I recall correctly it was a Crosman pumped up 8-10 times, from a range of ~10 yards, through some jeans. At the time, even though it hurt like hell I didn't realize it had broken the skin until I removed the jeans. When you think about it the outcome could have been much worse.
Topgun
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I find it AMAZING.....
that out of this many posts.....over so long a time......that nobody ELSE...
ever coated .....FIRECRACKERS in model airplane glue......and left them overnight in a little bitty paper cup ...... FULL of BBs.
Frag, frag, frag.
My mother never DID figure out how the garbage can got so many dents FROM THE INSIDE one day. Watched her puzzled look at it. Never said a thing.
that out of this many posts.....over so long a time......that nobody ELSE...
ever coated .....FIRECRACKERS in model airplane glue......and left them overnight in a little bitty paper cup ...... FULL of BBs.
Frag, frag, frag.
My mother never DID figure out how the garbage can got so many dents FROM THE INSIDE one day. Watched her puzzled look at it. Never said a thing.
WilderBill
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Topgun,
I did exactly that. Sometimes I'd start with 6 firecrackers taped around another with the fuses twisted together.
Made a nice bang and flung LOTS of BBs.
The less lethal version involved putting firecrakers (or groups of them) into ripe pears.
Man what a sticky mess if you could time it so that the fuse burned down to the firecracker about 4 feet before the pear reached you target!
We had plenty of BB gun wars.
About the time 3 or 4 of us bought Crossman V 350s at the same time it stopped being fun...at least for those on the recieving end.
I did exactly that. Sometimes I'd start with 6 firecrackers taped around another with the fuses twisted together.
Made a nice bang and flung LOTS of BBs.
The less lethal version involved putting firecrakers (or groups of them) into ripe pears.
Man what a sticky mess if you could time it so that the fuse burned down to the firecracker about 4 feet before the pear reached you target!
We had plenty of BB gun wars.
About the time 3 or 4 of us bought Crossman V 350s at the same time it stopped being fun...at least for those on the recieving end.
Captain Scarlet
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Pagoda Firecrackers.....
I use to love playing with firecrackers, a brand of firecracker called "PAGODA" brand was extra strong, I use to tape a small lead fishing sinker on the bottom so they would sink down when dropped in the water
they were like mini depth charges! they would still explode even under water! I use to drop these in the pond and the concussion would kill fish
and they would float to the surface, sometimes it just stunned them, I
got lucky once and dropped one of my depth charges and killed a BASS
the concussion knocked the fish out and I just grabbed it and took it home
to eat, it was a pretty good size maybe a one pounder or pound and half.
I use to love playing with firecrackers, a brand of firecracker called "PAGODA" brand was extra strong, I use to tape a small lead fishing sinker on the bottom so they would sink down when dropped in the water
they were like mini depth charges! they would still explode even under water! I use to drop these in the pond and the concussion would kill fish
and they would float to the surface, sometimes it just stunned them, I
got lucky once and dropped one of my depth charges and killed a BASS
the concussion knocked the fish out and I just grabbed it and took it home
to eat, it was a pretty good size maybe a one pounder or pound and half.
Mee too!
My friend Mike and I used to shoot bottle rockets and other stuff at each other all the time.
Now Mike was very athletic, strong, smart and would take any risk to "win" any fight.
I was never ever able to get the better of him. Then one day we were shooting rockets at each other he comes running around the corner of the house just as I was lighting one.
He knows he is gonna get hit you can see it in his eyes! He turn and starts to run just as the bottle rocket launches.
The bottle rocket covers the 15 or 20 yards between us and wedges itself
between his legs right up against his scrotum. The rocket exploded with a muffled crack as it was totally contained by his thighs, butt checks and testicals.
He dropped like a rock. He could not even scream for the first 30 seconds or so because the pain kept him from taking a breath. Once he was able to voice his feelings it was loud and very very crude.
This memory 30 years later still makes me belly laugh.
My friend Mike and I used to shoot bottle rockets and other stuff at each other all the time.
Now Mike was very athletic, strong, smart and would take any risk to "win" any fight.
I was never ever able to get the better of him. Then one day we were shooting rockets at each other he comes running around the corner of the house just as I was lighting one.
He knows he is gonna get hit you can see it in his eyes! He turn and starts to run just as the bottle rocket launches.
The bottle rocket covers the 15 or 20 yards between us and wedges itself
between his legs right up against his scrotum. The rocket exploded with a muffled crack as it was totally contained by his thighs, butt checks and testicals.
He dropped like a rock. He could not even scream for the first 30 seconds or so because the pain kept him from taking a breath. Once he was able to voice his feelings it was loud and very very crude.
This memory 30 years later still makes me belly laugh.
Ahh Yes . My Crossman CO2 Uzi was the envy of all after I popped Micky 15 times before he could figure out where I was .
Of course we graduated from the even stupider home made bows and arrows made with sticks and fishing line .
My friend Kenny still has a Copperhead in the corner of his eye as far as I know .
Of course we graduated from the even stupider home made bows and arrows made with sticks and fishing line .
My friend Kenny still has a Copperhead in the corner of his eye as far as I know .
schadenfreude
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We had a 4 pump rule because our battle field was a filbert orchard and it was more spread out.
I have been hit many times and made it out just fine. Actually we used raw walnuts (green hard things) as grenades ( baseball pitch ) and they hurt more than the BB's.
I have been hit many times and made it out just fine. Actually we used raw walnuts (green hard things) as grenades ( baseball pitch ) and they hurt more than the BB's.
artherd
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I never shot a BB gun at any person, but then again the 'bigger' one I had was a .22cal pettet rifle that would punch THROUGH 3/4" plywood. So it's a good thing I didn't.
Also never shot anybody with a spud gun, considering that with frozen spuds it would go *through* 5/8" drywall, insulation, 3/4" plywood, and 1" hardwood siding...
Have had the occational bottle rocket war, but mostly just got together and blew OTHER stuff up.
Picalo peets pounded to explode and shot out of spud guns make good July-4th fun (I still do this)
Also never shot anybody with a spud gun, considering that with frozen spuds it would go *through* 5/8" drywall, insulation, 3/4" plywood, and 1" hardwood siding...
Have had the occational bottle rocket war, but mostly just got together and blew OTHER stuff up.
Picalo peets pounded to explode and shot out of spud guns make good July-4th fun (I still do this
)LiquidTension
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My friends and I never really shot at each other. We'd shoot at fish with BB guns, sometimes birds.
So I guess I survived the wars - my Star Wars action figures, on the other hand...(yeah, the ones that are now worth big $$$$). I remember blowing Palpatine's face off with one of the pump pistols. And the shiny head guy from GI Joe - he got it pretty bad too.
So I guess I survived the wars - my Star Wars action figures, on the other hand...(yeah, the ones that are now worth big $$$$). I remember blowing Palpatine's face off with one of the pump pistols. And the shiny head guy from GI Joe - he got it pretty bad too.
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