70s bbgun fun

[bell41]

So, one Christmas all the kids on our block got bb guns. What do you do? Of course you divide into two teams to play army. This kid, Larry Howell, comes around the corner of the house and my brother nails him right under his nose, great shot, the bb embeds into his flesh and the blood flows. Larry screams and runs home. This is a small town where everybody knows everybody. The phone lines light up. Soon most of the participants are also lit up by fathers with cowboy belts. Almost all of the bb guns got stomped into metal garbage. My brother's gun somehow survived. A few days later, after the brew ha ha dies down, we hatch another way to have bbgun fun. We take turns. One rides the bike past the shooter and trys not to get hit. The rider wears a moto helmet with a bubble face shield. It was understood, that no matter how much it hurt, that there was no running home to mama. Shooting a moving target would better prepare us for shooting deer and hogs that are usually running. It was fun. The further away from the rider the more you had to lead.

 

[Chukar60]

This was the precursor to “hold my beer and watch this”

 

[KWK]

So, one Christmas all the kids on our block got bb guns. What do you do? Of course you divide into two teams to play army. This kid, Larry Howell, comes around the corner of the house and my brother nails him right under his nose, great shot, the bb embeds into his flesh and the blood flows. Larry screams and runs home. This is a small town where everybody knows everybody. The phone lines light up. Soon most of the participants are also lit up by fathers with cowboy belts. Almost all of the bb guns got stomped into metal garbage. My brother's gun somehow survived. A few days later, after the brew ha ha dies down, we hatch another way to have bbgun fun. We take turns. One rides the bike past the shooter and trys not to get hit. The rider wears a moto helmet with a bubble face shield. It was understood, that no matter how much it hurt, that there was no running home to mama. Shooting a moving target would better prepare us for shooting deer and hogs that are usually running. It was fun. The further away from the rider the more you had to lead.

Party lines lit up

This was the precursor to “hold my beer and watch this”

No, chug it first

 

[bf1956]

So, one Christmas all the kids on our block got bb guns. What do you do? Of course you divide into two teams to play army. This kid, Larry Howell, comes around the corner of the house and my brother nails him right under his nose, great shot, the bb embeds into his flesh and the blood flows. Larry screams and runs home. This is a small town where everybody knows everybody. The phone lines light up. Soon most of the participants are also lit up by fathers with cowboy belts. Almost all of the bb guns got stomped into metal garbage. My brother's gun somehow survived. A few days later, after the brew ha ha dies down, we hatch another way to have bbgun fun. We take turns. One rides the bike past the shooter and trys not to get hit. The rider wears a moto helmet with a bubble face shield. It was understood, that no matter how much it hurt, that there was no running home to mama. Shooting a moving target would better prepare us for shooting deer and hogs that are usually running. It was fun. The further away from the rider the more you had to lead.

Those were the days! In our small world we to had BB gun wars. Mostly Cowboy and Indian in a surreal theater, was like the real deal. No shooting above the belt rule that applied once all he'll broke loose. No pumpers! I have a scar on my left elbow from a city boy's pumper long shot. Now I'm talking like several hundred yards and when struck it stung and pulled me to the left.

 

[MJS]

One day with my 760 pumper I was joking around and making this kid on the block "dance" like in the Westerns. I missed the ground and hit his foot. BB went thru his sock and into his flesh. I had to squeeze it out like a zit. Ran into the house and got some iso alcohol to prevent infection. It was pretty scary at the time.
Many other bad decisions were made with slingshots, bow and arrow, etc.

 

[General]

Those were the days! In our small world we to had BB gun wars. Mostly Cowboy and Indian in a surreal theater, was like the real deal. No shooting above the belt rule that applied once all he'll broke loose. No pumpers! I have a scar on my left elbow from a city boy's pumper long shot. Now I'm talking like several hundred yards and when struck it stung and pulled me to the left.

These days the kids play their war games in 3d video games. But back before the computer age in 1983 and 1984 we would live the video games they have today for real. For us it started with my dad bringing us to gun shows. This gave us the ability to supply a war games army using wrist rockets co2 and pump rifles but no one followed the 5 pump limit. The max of our games reached over 40 members and the LARC BB machine gun was but into the forest games. That day also introduced the 10 shot m80 Roman candles. They were placed I a towel pipe with a bipod and a wood stock made out of a broken hangar. It also had a rifle strap. That 2nd of July of 1984 we made a bottle rocket machine gun using a large coffee can cut shorter than bottle rocket sticks. Then rows of about 120 holes were put into can top and bottom with a pipe through middle. The top of can was heavy tin foil from kitchen pan. Then all the rockets were placed through both ends of cam. Then a long wick was wired over all the 120 small wicks. Lit the long wick and we sprayed the whole river bank for we played by the railroad Bridge and started lined up on each side. Then the goal was to charge bridge and capture enemies flag. My main gun was the 38T witb the 38C as backup in holster. I personally used the 12 gauge shotgun belt and put my co2s in that but others used the hat with the 12 gauge loops as well as the belt but I was only one who wore mine like to Mexican movies in a bandalero. We lived the adventure and I heard from one guy through the grapevine that he said "That was the greatest time of my life" we made a tree fort once and me and my friend took on everyone in that battle. We got hurt and both ended up in the hospital. Another time we fortified an old stone Picknick building about 8 feet tall and 7 feet x 7 feet. We dug foxholes and built forts using railroad ties. We dug fox hole then placed one tie in front then one on each side. Then the next row was one on each side going over the front one. Then the 3rd row was just one tie over the front making for a gun nest.

 

[bell41]

What fun, amazing!