I refinished the stock 30+yrs ago. Other than that, it's like it just came out of the box. Not bad for something I bought back in the 60's.
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I’d be arrested for this today! 😄
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I never owned a gun but borrowed my brother's .22 to go shooting. Would often go possem hunting at night in the car. There would b 4 or 5 of us carrying riflies, all .22'. possems would often run up telegraph polls if cought on the road. Screach of brakes, as we braked hard to stop, often overrunning the pole, a quick reverse then climb out with torches to eluminate to possem up the top of the pole then the sound of 4 or 5 rifles trying to b the first to hit it. Often it would take several rounds before the poor possem sucomed to the fatal shot. God knows where all the other bullets ended up.
Never heard of any farmers cows being killed randomly by gunshot so there is that.
Same when we would go goat shooting/hunting. Carry the rifles in the car just in case a goat or herd was seen close enough to get a few shots off. Wild goats in NZ were a classed a noctious animal due to the damage they did to native forests.
Driving along roads with rifles sticking out the windows wasn't uncommon.
Never heard of any farmers cows being killed randomly by gunshot so there is that.
Same when we would go goat shooting/hunting. Carry the rifles in the car just in case a goat or herd was seen close enough to get a few shots off. Wild goats in NZ were a classed a noctious animal due to the damage they did to native forests.
Driving along roads with rifles sticking out the windows wasn't uncommon.
I was on the rifle team in High School and we used to practice with Targetmaster .22’s in the gym. We had half a dozen steel traps we would pull out of a closet and line up on the far end of the gym. When I was a kid is was not uncommon for 3-5 of us to “hunt” in the woods and pastures near our houses. We never had any issues until we let an older brother join us and he had the great idea to shoot a stray dog.
I grew up in a small town in northeastern Vermont and we used to bring guns to school all the time and most of us had a knife on us. I had a Marlin 80 that my great grandfather bought for my father while my grandfather was off fighting in WW2. It was given to me by my father and I gave it to my son and now it will be passed on to my grandson. It's at my place now and it's getting a full restoration. Had the barrel and receiver blued and I'm almost finished with the stock after multiple coats of Tru-oil. The old thing has held up well over the years and it was made in 1943.
The final coat of tru-oil has been applied and I'll have to wait a few more days to apply a coat of stock wax. Really looking forward to seeing what my grandson thinks of his first real rifle.
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5 pounds of mercury qualify?
2nd grade.
Seemed like fun dropping some and watch it splatter.
Guns were frowned upon in Detroit or Grosse Pointe, except in '67.
2nd grade.
Seemed like fun dropping some and watch it splatter.
Guns were frowned upon in Detroit or Grosse Pointe, except in '67.
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Glenfield Model 10 still have it.
After 1,000s of rounds It's still a tack driver.
Lot's of guys had 12s and 20s in the gun racks
back window of their pickups at school.
After 1,000s of rounds It's still a tack driver.
Lot's of guys had 12s and 20s in the gun racks
back window of their pickups at school.
I was in 3rd grade when the science teacher showed us mercury and of course we all got to handle and observe the properties of a semisolid. Shortly after almost every mercury filled thermometer in town disappeared.
Amazing how none of us seemed to suffer (much) from mercury poisoning.I was in 3rd grade when the science teacher showed us mercury and of course we all got to handle and observe the properties of a semisolid. Shortly after almost every mercury filled thermometer in town disappeared.
The first proper gun I had was a home-made black powder pistol I'd knocked up in the shed from a bit of 1/2" bore gaspipe and a wooden stock/grip.
Took it to school, loaded it (with a Loud Bastard banger and a half-inch ball bearing) and fired it at a laminated glass screen that was in front of the cafe on the hill.
Fcuk me, it punched a hole right through that and left an impressive star pattern all over it, too. Looked for all the world like somebody had taken a real gun to it.
In retrospect I was lucky it didn't blow my hand off.
Dumbass kids we wuz....
We found that you could take a 1/4"ID pipe and crimp the end just slightly. Now a .22 round fits in nicely. Since it's a rim fire round, all ya gotta do is squat down, pipe vertical in one hand and bang that sucker on a rock and away it goes... straight up or whatever angle you managed.
Now, tell me how I still have both hands?
My cousin, when a small child, was coerced by older kids into giving a rimfire round a thrashing with a stick. That 22 round went into his chest and came to within a couple of millimeters of his heart.Dumbass kids we wuz....
We found that you could take a 1/4"ID pipe and crimp the end just slightly. Now a .22 round fits in nicely. Since it's a rim fire round, all ya gotta do is squat down, pipe vertical in one hand and bang that sucker on a rock and away it goes... straight up or whatever angle you managed.
Now, tell me how I still have both hands?
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