There was an old Red Ryder at my grandparents house out in the country. It had been one of my uncles many years previously. It had a range of about 10 feet, but I must have shot a million bb's through it. The older kid across the road had a similar Daisy with a plastic stock and forearm. Compared to the old worn out Red Ryder that thing was like a laser.
One Christmas, my folks bought me a Daisy Golden Eagle at the local hardware store. I used that thing for years and wish I had the bb's back I put through that thing. It got lost somehow in my parent's house after I moved away.
I now have a NIB Chief AJ Special in my basement. He is from the town I grew up in. He got a pallet of these in from Daisy and he had no way to unload them from the truck. My oldest friend owned the lumber yard and had a forklift. His "charge" for unloading the pallet was 2 guns. He got one and so did I.
My love affair with firearms started with toys and the Daisys were the intermediate steps.
One Christmas, my folks bought me a Daisy Golden Eagle at the local hardware store. I used that thing for years and wish I had the bb's back I put through that thing. It got lost somehow in my parent's house after I moved away.
I now have a NIB Chief AJ Special in my basement. He is from the town I grew up in. He got a pallet of these in from Daisy and he had no way to unload them from the truck. My oldest friend owned the lumber yard and had a forklift. His "charge" for unloading the pallet was 2 guns. He got one and so did I.
My love affair with firearms started with toys and the Daisys were the intermediate steps.