Superflywimpy
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It was the early spring of 1970 when I found a interesting ad in the back of a comic book, It was to Sell Vegtable and flower seeds for a outfit called the American Seed Company. So I cut out the ad and as neatly as I could and filled it out with the promise of of all sorts of things,But what caught my eye was a BB gun rifle they said you can get. I mailed it off and being a kid of 9 I ran home every day to see if my package arrived.
About 2 weeks later a box about 2 feet by 1.5 feet was sitting on my dads door step. I quickly opened it like a hungry savage to see what they had sent me. The box was filled half vegtable and half flower seeds of all types. So I got to work selling them at 20 cents a pop to everyone in the neighborhood where I lived in Oxnard. After about one month I had all but the Okra and Beet seeds sold so guess what got planted in the back yard.
Anyways,I remember looking through the prize catalog and seeing what amounted to a requirement stating Must have an adult siginture to order Daisy air rifle. Oh man I thought I was sunk. But after alot of begging and extra chores my Mom rest her soul signed. I sent the money in and about 1 month passed and just when I had all but given up on it. I came home from grade school to find a rifle sized box leaning on my dads front door. Again the hungry savage in me came out as I ripped the box to get my hands on it.
The first thing I did was to set a small coke bottle on the wood fence on the side of the house and try to bust it. But when I shot it,the bb bounced off and hit the window to the living room and left one of those cone shaped bb holes. I was toast. I managed to hide it for two weeks. Every day about an hour after school let out I went to the creek to sit there and shoot frogs and crayfish at the waters edge. Till I was found out about the window and was given 2 choices.
Hand over the rifle or 5 across the well you know. I took the 5 across my bottem but still had my highly prized Daisy. Thus my love affair with things that shoot started early in 1970
About 2 weeks later a box about 2 feet by 1.5 feet was sitting on my dads door step. I quickly opened it like a hungry savage to see what they had sent me. The box was filled half vegtable and half flower seeds of all types. So I got to work selling them at 20 cents a pop to everyone in the neighborhood where I lived in Oxnard. After about one month I had all but the Okra and Beet seeds sold so guess what got planted in the back yard.
Anyways,I remember looking through the prize catalog and seeing what amounted to a requirement stating Must have an adult siginture to order Daisy air rifle. Oh man I thought I was sunk. But after alot of begging and extra chores my Mom rest her soul signed. I sent the money in and about 1 month passed and just when I had all but given up on it. I came home from grade school to find a rifle sized box leaning on my dads front door. Again the hungry savage in me came out as I ripped the box to get my hands on it.
The first thing I did was to set a small coke bottle on the wood fence on the side of the house and try to bust it. But when I shot it,the bb bounced off and hit the window to the living room and left one of those cone shaped bb holes. I was toast. I managed to hide it for two weeks. Every day about an hour after school let out I went to the creek to sit there and shoot frogs and crayfish at the waters edge. Till I was found out about the window and was given 2 choices.
Hand over the rifle or 5 across the well you know. I took the 5 across my bottem but still had my highly prized Daisy. Thus my love affair with things that shoot started early in 1970
I guess to make it look like it was in an indian fight or something.
#2 son, being a packrat, I am sure he will keep it forever.
