re: Today I maga'd

I remember my father taking mine in the middle of the night when an old tomcat was screaming outside, opening his window and hearing him cock it and then "bloop. shite. Bloop. This piece of shite it just falls out the end of the barrel" and the cat played on.

And that is how the next day I got a Benjamin 177 Pump that almost 50 years later I still shoot.