Ok fellows, I've seen many, many posts that talk about Airgun Addiction, but it always has a humorous, almost comical slant to it.
I would like to unapologetically (if that's a word) talk about the not so humorous side of this addiction.
First, my story into this treacherous and addictive hobby.
About 7 years ago, we moved into a quiet little town here in north eastern South Dakota. We bought a small house on a huge lawn, (about 2 acres) and settled in.
By next spring, my dear wife and I decided to plant a garden, but we had a problem, RABBITS! They were everywhere! Dozens and dozens of bunnies all over town and no-one was "Dealing with them".
My brother-in-law borrowed me a Daisy 880 10 pump air gun, And the rabbit population began to decline..... But I had a problem, The gun was not accurate, nor was it powerful enough in some cases. I wounded two rabbits that made it into the bushes with a pellet stuck only God knows Where!
This would not do. I am an ethical hunter. Either I dispach the game quickly and painlessly or not at all.
So I headed to Walmart!! To the SPRINGER section!!
I don't want to get into this part of my life because I can feel myself getting upset just thinking back!!
I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE SPRINGERS!!!!!
All the ones I bought either could'nt shoot, or wrecked scopes, or broke. And they are loud, and they kick like mules, and they.... well they just suck in a bad way!!
So I began to consider my options, A pump airgun generally lacked power, Springers are (Most of them) not worth cutting in half for firewood and a draw-bar pin for a tractor, So what other options do we have??
That's when I learned about PCP airguns!
My first one was a Hatsan at-44 refurbished for 300$ I was absolutely ADDICTED from the 1st shot! It was a little loud, (Quite a bit actually) but man alive did it have power!! And Accurate! Usually 10 shots within an inch at 50 yards.
I bought a hand pump and literally went crazy!! 1000s and 1000s of shots! I pumped and shot, pumped and shot, pumped and shot! (when you are 25 years old and work construction pumping up a gun to 200 bar is no big deal.
After a while I began to hear rumors of a new bullpup that was all the craze in the PCP world, they called it the CRICKET!
Before long the mail-man knocked and in my hands was a quiet, light-weight, powerful, beautifull gun!!
This is where things began to go south. I discovered that there was a massive problem with pigeons at our dairies around here And I got to work!! 1000s and 1000s of pigeons have perished under a hail of cricket-slung lead! I was having the time of my life!!
But I had a problem.
1. Pretty much every spare MOMENT was being spent on my new Hobby
2. Pretty much every spare DOLLAR was being spent on my new Hobby
the result was:
1 My children were being neglected.
2 My wife was being neglected.
3 My work-ethic began to suffer.
4 Maintenance on my house and vehicles began to suffer.
5 Family and friends began to go on the back- burner.
I could go on and on and on!
Well, folks I did something radical!! I decided I am getting out!! I am selling my stuff and going on a fast!! A PCP fast!!
So I sold everything!! My gun, my tank, my pellets, my compressor, my crono-graph, The whole kit and kaboodle!! Yes, I sold it!!
I began to live again! Walks with my wife!! Fishing with my boys! I built a shop, I serviced my vehicles! Life was Good!!
Then that thing began to churn within me again!! That steady, yearning!! That longing, that you just cannot shake! That cursed Addiction!!
Before I knew exactly what happened, I was the proud owner of a .25 cricket, a new tank, a big pile of JSBs a shoebox compressor, and another cronograph!!
Long story short, after about 15,000 pellets in 3 months, I began to realize I had a problem again.
So I put everything on the Chopping block again!! I sold everything!
Man was Life ever good!! I felt so free!! I had extra time!! I had extra money!! I read my bible more!! I loved my children more!! I took my wife for walks more often!!
I was literally a new man!
But after about a year of fasting I began to feel hungry, VERY HUNGRY!! I literally dreamed, craved, yearned for a pcp airgun!!
Long story short, The extended fast was not very healthy for me!! Before I could fully comprehend what happened, I was in the possession of not 1 but 2 airguns! A .22 cricket and a .25 cricket, both bullpups, both lights out accurate!!
About 2 months ago, I decided that having two 1500$ airguns is probably crazy, so I sold my .25, now I am down to my .22 cricket, which I have considered selling too, but the thought absolutely agonizes me so much I can't stand it.
Currently, to manage my severe addiction, I have put the following restrictions upon myself:
Only 2 pigeon hunting trips a month.(The hunting trip must not last more than 4-5 hours) If you have 7 dairies to hunt at, all loaded with targets, this can be very hard to enforce)
Only 2 plinking sessions a month, (the plinking session is under no circumstance to go over 2 hours.)
These two restrictions have actually worked wonders on me! It has helped me tremendously to live a balanced, somewhat normal life WHILE STILL OWNING A PCP!!!
Something I have wrestled with accomplishing for 7 Years!!
Well, now you know my story, but now I want to hear from you.
What steps do you take to ensure your hobby dosen't consume you?
Am I NORMAL? Is anyone else fighting this crazy ADDICTION??
Am I taking this too seriously??
How do you control PCP ADDICTION?
I would like to unapologetically (if that's a word) talk about the not so humorous side of this addiction.
First, my story into this treacherous and addictive hobby.
About 7 years ago, we moved into a quiet little town here in north eastern South Dakota. We bought a small house on a huge lawn, (about 2 acres) and settled in.
By next spring, my dear wife and I decided to plant a garden, but we had a problem, RABBITS! They were everywhere! Dozens and dozens of bunnies all over town and no-one was "Dealing with them".
My brother-in-law borrowed me a Daisy 880 10 pump air gun, And the rabbit population began to decline..... But I had a problem, The gun was not accurate, nor was it powerful enough in some cases. I wounded two rabbits that made it into the bushes with a pellet stuck only God knows Where!
This would not do. I am an ethical hunter. Either I dispach the game quickly and painlessly or not at all.
So I headed to Walmart!! To the SPRINGER section!!
I don't want to get into this part of my life because I can feel myself getting upset just thinking back!!
I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE SPRINGERS!!!!!
All the ones I bought either could'nt shoot, or wrecked scopes, or broke. And they are loud, and they kick like mules, and they.... well they just suck in a bad way!!
So I began to consider my options, A pump airgun generally lacked power, Springers are (Most of them) not worth cutting in half for firewood and a draw-bar pin for a tractor, So what other options do we have??
That's when I learned about PCP airguns!
My first one was a Hatsan at-44 refurbished for 300$ I was absolutely ADDICTED from the 1st shot! It was a little loud, (Quite a bit actually) but man alive did it have power!! And Accurate! Usually 10 shots within an inch at 50 yards.
I bought a hand pump and literally went crazy!! 1000s and 1000s of shots! I pumped and shot, pumped and shot, pumped and shot! (when you are 25 years old and work construction pumping up a gun to 200 bar is no big deal.
After a while I began to hear rumors of a new bullpup that was all the craze in the PCP world, they called it the CRICKET!
Before long the mail-man knocked and in my hands was a quiet, light-weight, powerful, beautifull gun!!
This is where things began to go south. I discovered that there was a massive problem with pigeons at our dairies around here And I got to work!! 1000s and 1000s of pigeons have perished under a hail of cricket-slung lead! I was having the time of my life!!
But I had a problem.
1. Pretty much every spare MOMENT was being spent on my new Hobby
2. Pretty much every spare DOLLAR was being spent on my new Hobby
the result was:
1 My children were being neglected.
2 My wife was being neglected.
3 My work-ethic began to suffer.
4 Maintenance on my house and vehicles began to suffer.
5 Family and friends began to go on the back- burner.
I could go on and on and on!
Well, folks I did something radical!! I decided I am getting out!! I am selling my stuff and going on a fast!! A PCP fast!!
So I sold everything!! My gun, my tank, my pellets, my compressor, my crono-graph, The whole kit and kaboodle!! Yes, I sold it!!
I began to live again! Walks with my wife!! Fishing with my boys! I built a shop, I serviced my vehicles! Life was Good!!
Then that thing began to churn within me again!! That steady, yearning!! That longing, that you just cannot shake! That cursed Addiction!!
Before I knew exactly what happened, I was the proud owner of a .25 cricket, a new tank, a big pile of JSBs a shoebox compressor, and another cronograph!!
Long story short, after about 15,000 pellets in 3 months, I began to realize I had a problem again.
So I put everything on the Chopping block again!! I sold everything!
Man was Life ever good!! I felt so free!! I had extra time!! I had extra money!! I read my bible more!! I loved my children more!! I took my wife for walks more often!!
I was literally a new man!
But after about a year of fasting I began to feel hungry, VERY HUNGRY!! I literally dreamed, craved, yearned for a pcp airgun!!
Long story short, The extended fast was not very healthy for me!! Before I could fully comprehend what happened, I was in the possession of not 1 but 2 airguns! A .22 cricket and a .25 cricket, both bullpups, both lights out accurate!!
About 2 months ago, I decided that having two 1500$ airguns is probably crazy, so I sold my .25, now I am down to my .22 cricket, which I have considered selling too, but the thought absolutely agonizes me so much I can't stand it.
Currently, to manage my severe addiction, I have put the following restrictions upon myself:
Only 2 pigeon hunting trips a month.(The hunting trip must not last more than 4-5 hours) If you have 7 dairies to hunt at, all loaded with targets, this can be very hard to enforce)
Only 2 plinking sessions a month, (the plinking session is under no circumstance to go over 2 hours.)
These two restrictions have actually worked wonders on me! It has helped me tremendously to live a balanced, somewhat normal life WHILE STILL OWNING A PCP!!!
Something I have wrestled with accomplishing for 7 Years!!
Well, now you know my story, but now I want to hear from you.
What steps do you take to ensure your hobby dosen't consume you?
Am I NORMAL? Is anyone else fighting this crazy ADDICTION??
Am I taking this too seriously??
How do you control PCP ADDICTION?