When I was 8 years old, my godfather gave me a Daisy Powerline 9856?, my first gun. I shot that thing so many times, and became so accurate, I would a quarter size target 10/10 from 90 feet away. Unfortunately, whe I was pumping it one day, the stock sheared of. The plastic just ripped. It was one of the sadest days of my childhood. That year for Christmas I asked for a Winchester 1000 break barrel pellet gun. I love shooting that thing, even though it has more recoil than my .22 Mossberg 702, which I bought from cabelas with help from my dad. I live in the suburbs, so I don't get to shoot my .22 unless we go to the range, but when I do, there is nothing else I'd rather be doing. Still saving up for a rifle, but that's what happens in the 21st century. Inflation.
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Just a young guy that likes old cars and straight shooting guns
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