You'd think the US would be littered with BBs, but you never see them laying about anywhere. I wonder where they all went?
The sewers? Buried under the soil?
I still have my Daisy that my father bought for me on 9th birthday. He took it away from me 2 days later when my brother shot a BB through the next door neighbors window.
I wish I still had mine, but I wore it out.
My father (a WW2 vet and VERY conservative politically--he though Goldwater was perhaps squishy) refused even to think about allowing guns in the house...even cap guns were suspect. The man hated anything that could be used to kill (or even hurt) someone.
I grew up in a house full of guns.
Texas vs. Indiana, maybe.
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