kBob
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First let me start by saying I am not sure this is a story about a Model 25, but my Dad described the gun one of his buddies got for Christmas that year as one of those Daisys that has a pump like a shotgun and an elbow thing that sticks down when you cock it and when he saw a Model 25 I picked up in the parking lot of a gun show (Best ten spot I ever let go of) he said it was that kind.
Dad's folks were not that well off. His father owned a small shop that did some auto work as well as farm equipment work and blacksmithing and sold gasoline and oil and candy and such and had a dime a game 3/4 size pool table in back. Grandaddy did allsorts of odd jobs to make more money. Gumdaddy drove a county school bus in the morning (and then drove it 25 miles out of the way to pick up huge blocks of ice he brought back and sold) and afternoon and he washed bodies and dressed them for burial. ANyhow he did not have much money for fiddle faddle. Daddy had a plain old Daisy already Gumdaddy had taken in on trade for some work or another so a new Daisy was not on Santa's list. Cowboy boots were however both a neat thing for a boy and useful.
Well Christmas after noon the kids in the village were showing off their Christmas loot and Dad proudly showed off his new boots. They were fancier than any shoes he ever had and more heavily built. One of the boys had a brand new, with the box, Daisy Model 25, which he claimed was more powerful than al the other boys' Daisys and could shoot through near anything.
Soon in the spirit of my Dog or Dad can beat your Dog or Dad or both and your drunk old uncle Charlie it came down to my Dad and his new boots verses the hard shooting BB gun. Wild claims were tossed about and the BB gunner was sure his gun could defeat the boots of Bobby.
With the whole gang standing around Dad extended one booted foot while Nimrod shucked that corn cob on the front of his Daisy. The shot took place from about one inch and no surprise to most of the boys the BB bounced off leaving a barley noticeable dimple in the heavy leather. Dad harrumphed at the other boy about the BB gun not being so powerful after all and turned and walked back to his mothers home.
As soon as he was safe from the view of the other boys in the kitchen, he fell to the floor and snatched the dimpled boot from his foot and peeled the sock away to reveal the already forming nickel sized purple bruise.
He never again offered to let anyone shoot him with anything and used this cautionary tale to teach me never to shoot anything that might lead to nickel sized purple bruises or other injuries....OR let anyone shoot me even with a BB gun.
-kBob
Dad's folks were not that well off. His father owned a small shop that did some auto work as well as farm equipment work and blacksmithing and sold gasoline and oil and candy and such and had a dime a game 3/4 size pool table in back. Grandaddy did allsorts of odd jobs to make more money. Gumdaddy drove a county school bus in the morning (and then drove it 25 miles out of the way to pick up huge blocks of ice he brought back and sold) and afternoon and he washed bodies and dressed them for burial. ANyhow he did not have much money for fiddle faddle. Daddy had a plain old Daisy already Gumdaddy had taken in on trade for some work or another so a new Daisy was not on Santa's list. Cowboy boots were however both a neat thing for a boy and useful.
Well Christmas after noon the kids in the village were showing off their Christmas loot and Dad proudly showed off his new boots. They were fancier than any shoes he ever had and more heavily built. One of the boys had a brand new, with the box, Daisy Model 25, which he claimed was more powerful than al the other boys' Daisys and could shoot through near anything.
Soon in the spirit of my Dog or Dad can beat your Dog or Dad or both and your drunk old uncle Charlie it came down to my Dad and his new boots verses the hard shooting BB gun. Wild claims were tossed about and the BB gunner was sure his gun could defeat the boots of Bobby.
With the whole gang standing around Dad extended one booted foot while Nimrod shucked that corn cob on the front of his Daisy. The shot took place from about one inch and no surprise to most of the boys the BB bounced off leaving a barley noticeable dimple in the heavy leather. Dad harrumphed at the other boy about the BB gun not being so powerful after all and turned and walked back to his mothers home.
As soon as he was safe from the view of the other boys in the kitchen, he fell to the floor and snatched the dimpled boot from his foot and peeled the sock away to reveal the already forming nickel sized purple bruise.
He never again offered to let anyone shoot him with anything and used this cautionary tale to teach me never to shoot anything that might lead to nickel sized purple bruises or other injuries....OR let anyone shoot me even with a BB gun.
-kBob
