How many survived the "bb gun" wars?

[Gus Dddysgrl]

Hmm the only "bb gun wars" I was in were when I spent the night at boys houses. We'd play in the backyard, but we were always on the same team and mutilated all the bad guys we could find. We also played after school when all the girls had gone home and it was the teachers kids left(which included a couple of guys in my class and me. I was not about to play the maiden in distress. I had to help get the bad guys) Otherwise I lived in the city where gun wars is not really all the accepted.

Gus

oh yeah and when dad got his airsoft gun for Christmas, the first thing he shot was my behind. I was still in my PJs and he was only like 10 feet away so.... I think that was the only time I ever got hit. Otherwise I was good at not being shot. Now my siblings and I occasionally have airsoft wars when my parents are around cause mom's scared one of us will get hurt. heehee well then she shouldn't have bought it.

 

[P-35/53]

Survivor of the BB wars and the Bottle Rocket wars.If my Father had ever known would not have survived that. My brother still brings up the fact I shot him in the throat every year or so - you would think 35 years or so and he might forgive.

 

[oweno]

Ah, many many BB-gun fights in the dingles and woods near home. My weapon of choice was a Red Ryder carbine (and no, that movie notwithstanding, it had no built-in compass). Held 500 BBs but didn't shoot as hard as friend Bart's Daisy King model which, if memory serves, held 50.

"No aiming above the belt!" was the main rule which we held to pretty well.

And yes, we made slingshots all the time (mentioned in a previous reply). Here's the deal on them for the younger readers.

1. Cut a slingshot sized "Y" from a tree.

2. Go to the local gas station and ask if you could have an inner tube from the scrap pile out back. Inner tubes were, in those days, made from real rubber so they were elastic. Modern tubes, made of synthetic rubber, are not elastic.

3. Find an old shoe and cut out the tongue. This became the pocket for the stone.

4. Assemble, tying the parts together with string and you're good to go.

You could never hit much as stones are not perfectly round so they'd curve in flight.

Owen

 

[standingbear]

yup..

had the best place to shoot them.was in a large hilly area,wooded and trails everywhere.we picked teams and 1 group got to go ahead and get ready while the other got to seek them out.we used those marksman bb pistols that shot darts or bbs and a rifle that looked just like a winchester,even loaded the bbs from the side.anyhow,was supposed to be below the waist and no darts but..shot with them darts and they stuck.my sisters boyfriend got shot right in the tip of his middle finger flippin the bird around a tree.was always funny till one got you.we even came up with stuffing things in our pants to ease the sting.didnt work well cause it made one fall down trying to run away and once you fell,you were dog meat..lol

 

[sm]

Couldn't afford a bb gun, neither could my running buddies. We did do some yardwork for a cool old man, whom gave us an old one as part payment, we shared until it was stolen, shot rats at the dump.

No instead we had slingshot wars. Dad made me one and I in turn made my running buds slingshots. Fork from a tree, red inner tube rubber, leather form a busted football. We made 'extras", in case ours were taken away...like when we had sling shot wars using persimmons...or well...taxi cab lights had a tendency to "bust" apart on the top of taxis...or when we launched "cherry bombs"...poor didn't mean we didn't have fun...or get into trouble

 

[Rogelio]

Now here is the thing...my last pellet war was about 1 year..and I am 28 years old!

We have never used water rockets (would love to get them explained) but we used our very own grenades...they were just a plastic soda bottle (the small ones, abou 1/4 liter) filled to half with dry ice and then loaded with hot water...screw the cap on and throw!They had a loud BOOM and a little white cloud...although we got some scratches, it is fun!! (ALWAYS wore full face mask...)

While writing this post I am calling my friends for a get together war... NEENER NEENER!!!

 

[rayra]

learned my lesson early. Firing my classic BB-gun at a small rodent in the corner of a room in an abandoned house. 3-surface ricochet (floor-wall-wall) and smote myself in the forehead. Almost 'shot my eye out'.

 

[geekWithA.45]

The first battle of the first great neighborhood BB war was _just shaping up_.

The girls had dug in behind the lawn gnomes, and that stupid donkey/cart statue.

The boys were stealthily advancing. Just as I took my first shot,

My dad drove up, immediately figured out what was going on, paddled my butt, and confiscated my bb gun.

I think he thought it more disturbing that we were shooting at girls than anything else, and the fact that they had better bb guns than us didn't make a bit of difference.

His line of reasoning was that you Don't Hit Girls, Even If They Hit You First, and figured it applied to shooting as well.

I didn't see it for 3 more years.

 

[RSKING45]

Been there and can still remember the sting from the bb . I remember many times getting off the bus, walking down our long driveway and being ambushed by my brother and his friends. Ill tell ya, he got his fair share of bb stings on his ???.Looking back now, It was pretty stupid. I havent told my sons about them either,i dont want to put any ideas in there head

 

[Gewehr98]

Survivor of the BB Gun Wars...

Even though we almost never abided by the 3-pump rule. 10 pumps, most of the time.

Then there were the Polish Cannon/Tennis Ball wars. It's amazing we kids even survived to adulthood.

 

[AZLibertarian]

Yep. My brother and I regularly fought each other, and the other neighborhood boys with our BB guns. In our early teens, we had snowmobiles and mini-bikes, and therefore helmets with visors. By that point we'd developed enough sense to wear the helmets along with as many layers as we could manage. But it still stung.

We made the modern day equivalent of a spud gun out of soda cans, duct tape, and lighter fluid. It would shoot a tennis ball over 100 yards...sometimes flaming. Although it was inaccurate as hell, we even shot it at each other--that is, until my brother blew the breech end of it off and he was left with flaming lighter fluid running down his right side. No injuries--just some singed jeans, but we wised up a little and decided this wasn't the best idea.

I guess the dumbest thing I was involved in occured one Saturday while in Junior High. A bunch of us met at the school to play football, and someone had the bright idea that we ought to go steal a couple of watermelons from the farmers field nearby. Of course, the farmer didn't like it at all, and I knew it was wrong to begin with, but off we went. What we didn't know was that the farmer kept a shottie loaded with rock salt. Looking back at it, the farmer took a long range shot, and so none of us got all that much salt, but man that stuff sure stings. We did quit stealing his watermelons though.

I remember getting a chemistry set when I was 10 or 11. The first thing I did was look up the recipe for gunpowder, and I quickly used up all the components. I guess I did some of the other experiments, but I never had as much fun as I had with that gunpowder I'd made myself.

Yeah, it's amazing we didn't seriously hurt ourselves. Some here have admitted to injuries that I'd have to now admit were preventable. Maybe the way we raise our kids now is better...I don't know. This last summer my youngest daughter (14) skinned her knee sliding into second base while playing softball. My wife and I were kinda amazed that she made such a big deal about her knee, but in context, kids don't take risks like we (or at least, my wife and I) used to. I don't know which approach is better...under-supervision, or over-protectiveness.

 

[Black92LX]

yup we played those. and i am only 20. i got hit with a few pellets that really sucks.

 

[Kim]

Well--My brother had a bee -bee gun but I never had one as his sister. But one neat thing was that there was an Army surplus store in our small town and we all (my brother and 3 sisters) had full camo and some kind of large de-milled shell to play ARMY with. It just happened that the highway we lived on was the one the Arkansas National Guard (HWY 22) took to their Fort near Fort Smith for their summer training. We would drees up in full "combat gear--with our shell and bee -bee gun) and camp in the ditch beside the road when the convoy drove by. We saluted they saluted and honked their horns. I wonder if any children get such fun from such a simple thing nowadays?

 

[Fred Thompson]

And I thought I was the only one..

Who did all those stupid things as a kid...BB guns, bottle rockets...ah, the memories. A friend of mine and I used to shoot 22's at each other from behind trees also. It's a wonder I'm here today, with only Minor scars...lol...

 

[LCSNM]

I remember the days! We had the rule, no aiming for the face AND sometimes the aim wasn't that good. Think I had a Daisy or Red Ryder, let's see that's back in 44 or 45. I was 6 or 7. Times sure have changed.

Acquired a big boil type thing on the back of my neck. Was taken to the Dr, Lanced it and lo and behold, an imbedded BB.

Folks trusted us more , we had more latitude in exploring, amusing ourselves, after the chores. Thinking back, I'm surprised, I had the latitude I did have. Small Illinois town, gravel pit to swim in, Fox River to fish in and camp nearby in the woods. Cooked our own meals over a campfire, sometimes didn't come out too well, but ate it anyway.

Took a shortcut via the RR Bridge to cross the river. Got caught midway with little train coming. My friends wanted to make a run for it, I convinced them we could slip, break a leg or fall into the river, best to climb down off the tracks lay down on the girders and hang on for dear life, until the train passed over. OF COURSE, the train crew saw us , stopped and chewed us out big time, than moved on. Folks didn't find out about it for about two months. EVER HAD TO GO AND CUT YOUR OWN SWITCH? Let me tell you those light thin switches hurt on the bare legs. OH, the good times.

 

[444]

I was just over at my buddy Joe's house. He mentioned that he owned a Sheridan pellet rifle. I asked to see it. He went out to the shed in the yard and got it and we were plinking at some stuff in the yard. He was wearing shorts and said, you see this big knot on my right calf ? That is what this thing does with 10 pumps.
My buddy George still has a pellet in the back of his head that I put there close to 30 years ago.

 

[natedog]

Yep, just the BB's have been upped from .177 to .68.....

It's called paintball

 

[clubsoda22]

and one day it happened, on the first floor of my dorm. No RA's in sight, a desk slid out of a room into a hall, then one on the opposing end. The gunmen emerged, armed with airsoft, face coverd by his chemestry lab goggles. After about 10 minutes a lot of people got their $15 spring guns confiscated by campus safety, but all agreed it was worth it.

 

[c-bag]

If i had all the money me and my freinds spent on BB guns, paintball, toy/cap guns ect. over the years I could probably buy a REAL AR-15 and some ammo.

 

[stevelyn]

Daisy Golden Eagles, miners' hardhats w/faceshields and goggles, two pairs of pants, and winter coats.......in mid summer in WV.
Yes I, we survived. Other battles included black walnuts, apples, cowpies imbedded with crabapple shrapnel, and home made archery. Forces sometimes called a truce to attack common enemies such a newly discovered hornets nests.
Currently a gunner in the Alaska Battery of the Idaho Russet Artillery....and any other produce I can find to shove down the barrel.

 

[Holly76201]

I was TWICE, not once mind you, but TWICE the victim of my Brother and his bb gun. He managed to convince the 'rents that the first one was an accidental richochet, that just happened to hit me on the side of the bridge of the nose. About 6 months before that I had stuck a fork in the OTHER eye so they were freaked, but I see fine out of both eyes.
The second wound was in my tushy. THAT one was a deliberate, vengance shot. It cost him a butt-whoopin and 3 months w/o the bb gun.
When I think of all the ways we injured one another over the years.... did I tell y'all about the time he dumped a WHOLE bottle of deer lure in my waist length hair?
Holly

 

[BeLikeTrey]

Vet. of BB/ potatoe artillery

Can't believe you guys haven't tried small pistol primers in your .177 cal pellet guns. great effect!!! really puts out a bang. looks neat at night too.
Had a mishap with a not so well made spud cannon in the artillery division. SOMEBODY decided to paint parts of the gun BEFORE glueing the parts together. I was loading for the operator so standing behind him, I thought I was safe. Boy was I wrong.
Standing on his parent's back porch we were demolishing the enemy. One round decided to build up the right amount of backpressure, and with a blast of flame to make a Light Anti-Tank Weapon jealous, the whole rear of the spud gun came at me. (I still don't know how i dodged it) After dodging this thing, it blows through the bay style window overlooking the back porch. That was a blast to replace the window.

 

[Jick42]

Not only did me and my friend have BB gun wars, but we always made sure we stocked up on Roman Candles every 4th of july to last us well into the year. I remember we must have been about 13, The state had huge gravel piles just no more than a couple hundred feet from our houses. We would take our BB Guns down there and our Roman candles, we would set the candles up as if they were cannons, and we would imagine it was the days of the Civil War. Now let me tell you, i got struck by both many times, and i can say that a BB has NOTHING on a hot burning ball of fire!

 

[tcsd1236]

Yes, I did that occasionally..I also almost lost an eye, with a bb hitting me in the eyelid..an inch lower and would have been no more eye. Goggles? Didn't even know what they were at that age.

 

[Ed]

I remember those, and making handles on pipes to launch bottle rockets, and making bows and arroews out of bamboo and shooting them at each other and every kid had a good sized stick/sword, and wrist rocket wars. Now I have a young son, what am I in for?