I was too small to cock my first Daisy lever. I had to put the muzzle on my shoe and lay into the lever. Named it Betsy. Naturally.
While our summer house out on Long Island was under construction and was still a shell, my brother and I used to shoot wasps indoors with it when Mom and Pop went into town. Sure enough, we pinked the big picture window in the living room. Down near the bottom. Hardly noticeable, but you know how that little cone of glass gets knocked out on the opposite side of where a BB hits it?
Well, when my father discovered the little hole, he took a close look at the cone-shaped hole. We told him some kids driving by had shot the window.
But the next day there he was with Betsy shooting at some bottles and got pretty POed when he discovered the little cones of glass fell into the bottles, thereby proving the shot had to have come from inside the house.
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In later decades, with the blurring of memories, my brother and I could not agree on who had actually fired the shot. He said it was him, I thought for sure it was me.
Brotherly mutual protection, I guess. But we both got hell for it anyhow.
"Those two kids..."
Terry, 230RN