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Long Winded Posts

I guess I look at it differently. When I see a 5 paragraph post; especially from a newbie, I enjoy that they have obviously tried to read up and have tried to develop a well thought out question.

Now how to get into airguns with no money might be a very interesting 5 paragraph read.... :ROFLMAO:
 
Every time I see a five-paragraph post on what is best, help-me-decide, loading pellets backwards, how to get into air guns with no money. GONG.
I think the funny part is not money 🤑 💰 🤣🤣 maybe after you get into airguns you don't have any money extra around 🤔 but it's not a free hobby.. I've actually spent a considerable amount more on PCP guns than several of my powder guns.. and I by no means have anything considered him end in PCP guns.. I would like a Huben GK1 someday but it's out of my budget currently.. I am very fortunate to have a friend not to far away that has a nice collection, I got to shoot his GK1 and it's very nice..
but yes getting into airguns free 🤔 maybe if you are a lucky kid that got a Daisy red rider for Christmas 🤣🤣 but not us adults who have to buy our own.
Mark
 
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But how do YOU open stuck pellet tin lids?

That was one of my favs.
With a hammer of course.
I was taught to use brevity when writing and that’s served me well. i find that when people start using 10 words where 3 will do they often don’t know what questions to ask and/or they are politicians. I’m not surprised to see some longer posts from people needing help. I don’t always have an answer but like to do what I can.

Rick H.
 
Yeah nobody has the time or attention span to read through walls of text and rambling on.

But as a counter argument let me tell you a story....

My child, let me tell you a story. Long ago, Lord Tachanka created the Earth. From his bones he molded the ground, from his blood he filled the seas, and from his flesh he crafted man. Man was crafted in his image, and the first humans Tachanka took in as his children. Tachanka created 16 sons and 3 daughters. One of these sons was named Seamus. Seamus was raised in John O'Groats Scotland, where he spent his early days woodworking and crafting his own toys from wood. It made him very happy with his life and resulted in him having hundreds of children with Thatcher, who went on to populate the United Kingdom and much of Scotland. By the time that Seamus entered high school as a carpentry instructor, much of modern government had been established from his children. He wanted to help spread knowledge of his craft across the globe as to make the world more intelligent and able overall. He was excited and looked forward to spreading his knowledge. However, Seamus was not ready for having to deal with a large class of uneducated English young adults. They were rude, unwilling to work, and did not want anything to do with him. As a result, Seamus grew frustrated as each day wore on. He eventually turned to German narcotics to ease the stress. One day when he came to class, the students were being exceptionally unruly. They refused to listen at all and insulted him directly. Seamus had had enough. He was sick and tired of these insolent students disobeying him. After all, he had created many of them. He drew his mighty hammer and, in a fit of rage, annihilated them all. The other sons of Tachanka, aware of his breakdown, attempted to contain Seamus, or Sledge, as he was now known. Almost all attempts to stop him failed miserably. Thousands were un-alived. Eventually the operators had to retreat to Hereford Base to plan their counterassault. After all of their attempts failed, they were at a loss. They knew of nothing that could stop him. They could not think of anything to do. And Sledge was fast approaching, they were running out of time. In a last-ditch attempt to stop Sledge, they lured him into the reinforced armory of Hereford base, where he was locked in with heavily reinforced steel doors. These worked very well at first, but would not last. They needed something stronger. They needed... reinforced ballistic barricades. The dark prince Castle was called upon. Castle was revered among the operators, as he single handedly stopped the siege of Tachanka's fortress long ago. His barricades were made of the most powerful materials known to man. They decided that he was their best bet against Sledge. Castle arrived as Sledge was nearing success in destroying the steel doors. He sprung into action, immediately barricading every door in Hereford, locking himself and Lord Fuze inside to try and contain Sledge. With a sad look at Fuze as he put up the last of the barricades, sealing them in, they headed downstairs. They could hear Sledge bashing the steel barricades. However, he was beginning to tire, his strokes were slowing and he was grunting. Finally, they ceased. The pair sprung into action, destroying the steel doors and barricading them with reinforced ballistic barricades. Fuze quickly planted his charges on each door. They would destroy him once and for all. For 30 days and 30 nights, the cluster esplody fired their payloads, never ceasing. They could hear Sledge's screams of agony, but he never seemed to stop. Finally, they stopped firing. The pair looked through a hole created by the cluster esplody to see what had happened. To their surprise, they could not see Sledge anywhere. He had disappeared. The pair rejoiced. Then, a whistle, and...CRACK. Sledge had destroyed the barricade that they stood at. Stunned, the pair looked at his horribly disfigured face and body in shock. "Doors," he moaned. "Doors... bad!" He had associated the cluster esplody with Castle's barricades. In a fit of rage, he bashed Castle's noggin in with his hammer. Fuze attempted to run, but was too slow and was also un-alived by Sledge. After escaping his armory prison, Sledge destroyed all of the barricades in Hereford Base and escaped. He rampaged across the planet, destroying every door in sight. After all were gone, Sledge slept, and he remains in his slumber to this day.
 
This place is much like a mall (remember those?) where we can all show up (with money) regardless of sobriety (or relative burden of intellect) and share opinions on what we've found. The cool part is that we don't have to spend anything but time to benefit from the entertainment.

Where's Gecko45 when you need him?

Cheers,

J~