Shooting piston is like dating a crazy woman. Some days are fantastic and everything just works. Other days (most days?) things are a little out of whack and you have to chase the zero around to figure out where things are going. And like dating a crazy woman, it can be fun and challenging, but you wind up asking yourself "what am I doing? this doesn't have to be this hard". A lot.
The trick to "dating" crazy women is confining the relationship to where it belongs; and away from family, "friends", and far, FAR from the altar! Having twice violated this truism myself, once again I speak as the Voice Of Experience. And although I wouldn't take for some of those most-"memorable" experiences, I consider myself lucky to have survived two psycho-wives.
During my last reconnection with #1 (for me, #4 for her) I asked, "How many times have you been married now, Jackie?" She replied, "Eight; but only 6 husbands." Soon as I told her I wasn't interested in marrying again she lost interest.
Number 2 almost killed me, took a quarter-century of my best years, and $100K to finally rid myself of. The day she drove away (destined for Portland, Oregon) was one of the best days of my life!
The ensuing four years have been nothing less than spectacular; just me and the girl of my dreams spending quality time together on 30 acres of Texas heaven on Earth, and sharing it with a few dozen good airgun friends.
After swearing off springers for several years I've now added three to the toy-chest, and toyed with the thought of shooting FT with them. But then recall the times I tried in decades past, only to discover them too analogous to ex-wives! How so?
As I've stated on this forum- "Not every airgunner enjoys a violent chain of events taking place under his face every time he trips the trigger".
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