11-18-2006, 03:57 AM
My BB gun stories.
This was later in my teen years, probably when I was around 17.
I had an old style single pump Daisy BB gun that my dad had gotten me when I was 8. I had never even taken it out of the packaging up until we moved back to Grand Rapids and I found it while unpacking things.
So I load the gun up and start shooting my dart board with it to see if I am any good.
I am hitting the bullseye or pretty damn close to it just about every time from different distances.
My bedroom was going to be in the basement (finished basement) and the room I had went from one end of the house to the other. A good 50 ft distance.
So I go down there and get a brilliant idea to shoot the light bulb of the only lamp that does not have a globe on it.
I go to the other end of the room, take aim, and fire. It shatters the bulb with ease and I am pretty proud of myself until I realize I have to get the broken bulb out of the socket. After some thinking, I used a pair of rubber handled pliers to turn the broken one out and replace it.
A few days later, Baker and I were arguing about something, and I threatened to shoot him with the gun. I started chasing him through the house with the BB gun and he locks himself in the bathroom. Again, my parents weren't home to stop me from my stupidity. So, I aimed the gun at the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor and pulled the trigger. The BB ricocheted off the floor and managed to hit Baker in the leg.
He had a welt the size of a penny for a few days, but the skin didn't break.
He broke the gun after that breaking off the part that you use to cock it with.
This was later in my teen years, probably when I was around 17.
I had an old style single pump Daisy BB gun that my dad had gotten me when I was 8. I had never even taken it out of the packaging up until we moved back to Grand Rapids and I found it while unpacking things.
So I load the gun up and start shooting my dart board with it to see if I am any good.
I am hitting the bullseye or pretty damn close to it just about every time from different distances.
My bedroom was going to be in the basement (finished basement) and the room I had went from one end of the house to the other. A good 50 ft distance.
So I go down there and get a brilliant idea to shoot the light bulb of the only lamp that does not have a globe on it.
I go to the other end of the room, take aim, and fire. It shatters the bulb with ease and I am pretty proud of myself until I realize I have to get the broken bulb out of the socket. After some thinking, I used a pair of rubber handled pliers to turn the broken one out and replace it.
A few days later, Baker and I were arguing about something, and I threatened to shoot him with the gun. I started chasing him through the house with the BB gun and he locks himself in the bathroom. Again, my parents weren't home to stop me from my stupidity. So, I aimed the gun at the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor and pulled the trigger. The BB ricocheted off the floor and managed to hit Baker in the leg.
He had a welt the size of a penny for a few days, but the skin didn't break.
He broke the gun after that breaking off the part that you use to cock it with.