long stroke daisy was my weapon of choice,and in a pinch that would shoot a Ohio Blue Tip and done correctly it would fire up.
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I had the daisy then I got a 760 crossman, the crossman was harder to pump because it was so short
We did wear whatever goggles we could find and helmets of some type. I collected ww 2 stuff at a early age. Bought stuff from hodges army navy store in Mabelton. I wore a original afrika Corp German helmet that I still have. The best part I remember about these battles is that I always aimed for the hands. Nobody ever thought about wearing gloves
We used fireworks, roman candles, bottle rockets and mortars.
A favorite story is two friends bought mortars. One bought an expensive 6 shot mortar pack (Dixie cannon) and the other bought a 12 shot weaker mortar pack (festival balls). The Dixie cannon had a particle board base and the festival balls had a plastic base.
guys are hereafter referred to a DC and FB-
I shot DC in the back of the leg with a big bottle rocket- the kind with the cone on the end. It left a heck of a welt, and it drove him off into the woods to take cover, meanwhile FB rushed DC's stockpile and grabbed a DC mortar round. Whilst I let loose a barrage of about a hundred screaming bottle rockets laid across a board and lit with a torch, FB loaded the DC mortar round in his FB tube and held it in front o his face to gauge T&E by means of Kentucky windage. I stood up from my MLBRS (muliti-luanch bottle rocket system) to watch the ensuing carnage as the hugh mortar flew in a 10 foot ball of fire towards my buddy DC, the lit fuse on the DC round melted the bottom of the plastic mortar tube. I saw it. FB saw it. His eyes widened as he realized his oversight. The round blasted out the muzzle end in a flaming fury towards DC, and also blasted out the plastic base of the mortar tube burning all the hair off the forehead and eyebrows and eyelashes and nose hairs of FB. It was straight out of Looney tunes as he stood there in blackface trying to assess whether he was on fire, blind of both. I was literally incapacitated with laughter and unable to render aid.
Like every good war, timeout was called and we rendered aid by dusting the singed hair off his face and flushing his eyes out with creek water.
After many "duma$$es" and "want another Dixie cannon shell?", we returned to battle until the munitions were spent.
A favorite story is two friends bought mortars. One bought an expensive 6 shot mortar pack (Dixie cannon) and the other bought a 12 shot weaker mortar pack (festival balls). The Dixie cannon had a particle board base and the festival balls had a plastic base.
guys are hereafter referred to a DC and FB-
I shot DC in the back of the leg with a big bottle rocket- the kind with the cone on the end. It left a heck of a welt, and it drove him off into the woods to take cover, meanwhile FB rushed DC's stockpile and grabbed a DC mortar round. Whilst I let loose a barrage of about a hundred screaming bottle rockets laid across a board and lit with a torch, FB loaded the DC mortar round in his FB tube and held it in front o his face to gauge T&E by means of Kentucky windage. I stood up from my MLBRS (muliti-luanch bottle rocket system) to watch the ensuing carnage as the hugh mortar flew in a 10 foot ball of fire towards my buddy DC, the lit fuse on the DC round melted the bottom of the plastic mortar tube. I saw it. FB saw it. His eyes widened as he realized his oversight. The round blasted out the muzzle end in a flaming fury towards DC, and also blasted out the plastic base of the mortar tube burning all the hair off the forehead and eyebrows and eyelashes and nose hairs of FB. It was straight out of Looney tunes as he stood there in blackface trying to assess whether he was on fire, blind of both. I was literally incapacitated with laughter and unable to render aid.
Like every good war, timeout was called and we rendered aid by dusting the singed hair off his face and flushing his eyes out with creek water.
After many "duma$$es" and "want another Dixie cannon shell?", we returned to battle until the munitions were spent.
You guys are reckless! We did marshmallow fights.
Good times. Just think in the rural areas of our country kids are still doing the same things we did.
Hell yes. I still have a BB in my left bicep from being shot by a friend accidentally during a "time out" from battle when I was 12 with a Daisey 880 pump. I had forgot about it until a I tore my bicep and rotor a few years ago and they picked it up on the Xrays and MRI.
Good old days.
Good old days.
Man card violation
Yep, roman candles and bb gun wars. When we got to be teenagers we graduated to .410 shotguns with #7 1/2 or 8 only, and no shooting above the chest. (mostly) One kid did lose an eye, but back in the 50's, no one ever sued.
