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I REMEMBER WHEN

Bc'z, I have a 67 Firebird that will be needing Plum mist...just saying....
That would be a welcome change to all these VW's. Lol
WARNING!!! Work slows down a lil bit when a stock arrives.
A fella has to have priorities.
 
I remember;
At age 8, year 68, when I went to my Dad's friends house with him and they had a BB gun! Oh the feeling when that first can fell off the backside of the sawhorse!
2 years later getting a Diana M27 spring piston air rifle!
2 years after that getting my first firearm, an Anschutz 141M 22 magnum.
Getting married the first time at 21 years old.
The disappointment of having to sell that 22 magnum 10 years later to pay the bills when I lost my job!
Discovering Steel plates.
Winning my first pistol match.
Winning my first rifle match.

Unrelated to guns.
When I could piss the bark off an oak tree, lol. Now I'm happy if I can piss within 1 minute of unzipping.
Bicycle helmet, what's that?? Sure way of getting your ass kicked in the early 70's.
Playing smear the queer and kick the can with the neighborhood kids.
The first time I saw a queer! Yee-uck what a nasty sight! Now I'm constantly switching channels hoping I find a program that doesn't have one. No I'm not sorry if that offends you.
My firstborn.
My first new car, 6700 bucks.
When I laughed at the kids new Veggie Tales song sung by Larry the cucumber "no fair for my hairbrush". Ain't laughing so much now.
On and on and on.....

This could go on for hours and I don't even have a good memory.
 
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Unrelated to guns.
When I could piss the bark off an oak tree, lol. Now I'm happy if I can piss within 1 minute of unzipping.
Bicycle helmet, what's that?? Sure way of getting your ass kicked in the early 70's.
Playing smear the queer and kick the can with the neighborhood kids.
I remember when:

Karl Malden carried cash
I played high school Hockey, (Goalie) and a face-mask was not required.
All the cartoon characters beat or shot the crap out of the bad guys,
So did the Rifle man.
So did Roy Rogers.
In the shop you settled your differences with out running to the HR department.
Blocking punches with my face (see above).
Having more to watch on TV with the 5 channels provided for free, than the 1000 channels I pay for now.
 
I remember working in a local hardware store where we sold shells by the “each” or individually. Didn’t make sense to me, who would want one bullet?? Guy came in one day and wanted 1 12ga. shell. Well the next day we heard he went home and done himself in. I was 15 and really didn’t comprehend I could have possibly intervened.
Also remember going to school in 4wd truck and everybody had to have a sawedoff shotgun hanging in back window. Compared to this day and age I find it odd, none were ever stolen AND nobody got shot. I was scared to not listen to my parents, .........wonder what has changed??
 
There is a 59 single cab pickup at Jeff's getting completely restored I think I can get you in it around 50k out the door.
It'll come with a BC'z paint job!!
You can pick your colors now and be tooling around in about 18 months.
Brett, Sweet price! Over my head for a novelty item though. I did talk to Jeff as you suggested about the walk-through front seats. He gave me SWAG price for a 21 window no motor or paint. My bunghole is still puckered up.
I do remember on road trips with my old bus with the boys when your ignorance would get over ruled by stupidity and making moronic decisions that you knew were idiotic. Road trip distance was measured in 6 packs (cases for long trips) of beer needed to survive. We had a bucket to pee in. Only stopped for gas, dump the bucket & restock on chips, cheetos, etc. When the driver needed change out we would do so while cruising down the interstate. The walk thru seats made that possible.
 
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All you can eat deep fried smelt (pronounced shmelt here) and french fries.

My buddy putting a finishing nail down the barrel of his bb gun, shooting it at a tree, and the nail coming back and bouncing off his tooth.

Making a pitfall trap in the straw bales in our barn and my best friend walking right into it (I might've pushed him but hey, trap still worked).

The pounding that 870 gave 12 year old me when shooting trap for the first time at hunter's safety.

The bruise 14 year old me got sighting in my Mossberg 500 12 gauge for deer. Only took me 35 rounds.

The 30 minutes of hearing loss when I discovered what happens to a 209 primer sitting on the basement floor when a hammer meets it.

Regulating the express sights on a custom Mauser in .458 Lott. That was a real charge. I think I'm starting to see why I don't like heavy recoiling guns...
 
I remember when my teachers used to tell me life isnt fair.
I remember when being a depraved wierdo didnt make you a national treasure.
I remember being caught by my shop teacher (with someone elses ID) at
the local tavern, I bought him a beer, and we left it at that.
Times, they are a changin'
 
I remember summertime picking wild dewberries and bringing them home so Mom could fix a cobbler.
The trick was not to eat too many while picking them .
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