This is a Daisy Pop Gun. It's a Model 960. It was a gift from my wife Brenda for Christmas 2017.
She saw it at a flea market and had heard me talk about collecting vintage BB guns and cap guns enough that she got it for me. The funny thing is that it is not a BB Gun at all. Sure, it's made by Daisy, the famous BB Gun Maker, but it's just a Pop Gun.
It's a good thing. I coulda shot my eye out!
Monday, December 25, 2017
Friday, December 22, 2017
The Rams Head
I received this beauty from my wife as a birthday Gift one year.
As I type this, the Ram is directly over me, on the wall in my den above my desk.
She was once again shopping at a flea market and bought it as a gift and managed to keep it a secret and hidden for months.
--She LOVES me!
As I type this, the Ram is directly over me, on the wall in my den above my desk.
She was once again shopping at a flea market and bought it as a gift and managed to keep it a secret and hidden for months.
--She LOVES me!
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
My Fathers Machete
This machete was my fathers. He had it in the jungles of Panama during WWII.
He gave it to me long ago when he saw I was collecting swords. He had seen my machete and commented on how the original canvas sheath he was had, was long ago rotted away.
It is made of really good spring steel and my dad resisted putting it on the grinder to sharpen it.
He gave it to me long ago when he saw I was collecting swords. He had seen my machete and commented on how the original canvas sheath he was had, was long ago rotted away.
It is made of really good spring steel and my dad resisted putting it on the grinder to sharpen it.
--Still cuts well and true.
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
The Machette
When I was about 12 years old I was already a big time camper. I was in the Cub Scouts and then the Boy Scouts and I was a campin fool.
One day I went to the big flea market in Clarence NY with my friend Ray Clark and his family.
I had money because I worked for my parents on the Nursery and they actually paid me a decent wage. Mostly because at 12 years old in 1972 I was already bigger than they were.
I bought this for $6 and it was worth every penny.
--I still take this bad boy camping.
One day I went to the big flea market in Clarence NY with my friend Ray Clark and his family.
I had money because I worked for my parents on the Nursery and they actually paid me a decent wage. Mostly because at 12 years old in 1972 I was already bigger than they were.
I bought this for $6 and it was worth every penny.
--I still take this bad boy camping.
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