I know it’s a long shot, but I’d like to find one of these for my father for Christmas. This was the rifle I grew up in shooting with him, and it holds a lot of memories. When we moved to the USA, we weren’t able to bring it with us. To say he was devastated is an understatement.
We lived just outside of Birmingham, so owning a BSA meant more than just an air rifle. It was part of our history.
Thanks for looking.
We lived just outside of Birmingham, so owning a BSA meant more than just an air rifle. It was part of our history.
Thanks for looking.