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Originally Posted by Stewie
This would never fly today, but I got a BB trap as a birthday present. I was probably 11.
Living in the city it was illegal to shoot outside, so that was the next best option.
We wore that thing out. Shooting targets that came with it and then moving to anything else that looked like a viable target.
It was a well made trap and had a tarp behind it to catch any errant shots. Never had any injury of any kind.
Good times.
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BB trap? Rich kid stuff right there. I used a box filled with newspapers. It was sitting on Mom's old buffet cabinet in the basement. I sat on the stairs about thirty feet away and shot targets for hours. Saw that cabinet years later and it was pock marked with 100s of errant shots.
In the late seventies, I needed to qualify with the M-16 as part of Air Force training. Earned a marksman's badge. Weren't no different than sitting on the stairs and putting bb's into a box.
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