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From Gainesville fl...
I have 3 Hi Point firearms,
C9 9mm
.380
and a 995 9mm Carbine...
Plus a few other firearms too...
 
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Welcome.
Lot of knowledge here on pretty much any gun.
But if they get bored things derail quickly ;)
 
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First of all
Welcome Hoo-man! You bring treats?

Second, You now see what SWAGA meant. We derail pretty quickly. Also, watch out for Moles and Cicpups and the various other animals in the zoo.
 
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I prefer it when they yell out "Dios mio!!"

Tacos (to distract m00nZie)
 
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Welcome. I'll never forget Gainesville. My best friend was from there. That's also where we had to have our motorhome towed because of a fuel leak. :headbang:
 
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That's my best squirrel story
Years ago my (anti-gun) Ex and I had an issue with squirrels. (Well, the Ex had more of a problem than I did because I was at work all day while she had a full time job being a stay home mom raising our kids.) Anyway, my Ex liked to feed the birds and she also liked to have flower boxes on the veranda. We lived in the second floor apartment, and there was a very large and lovely maple that grew very close to the house. My Ex would fill the feeders, and the squirrels would leap from the maple onto the veranda, scare away the birds, and trample all over the flowers as they jumped up and down off the feeders.

She didn't mind feeding the squirrels so much, but the destruction of her flower beds was a whole 'nother story. My Ex would rap on the windows and yell, but eventually the squirrels realized nothing was actually going to happen and they ignored most of her attempts to scare them away. This would frustrate my Ex to no end. I told her to buy me a BB gun, and I would fix the squirrel problem.

Time (years, actually) went on, with no resolution to the squirrel / feeder / flower bed problem. My Ex would complain, and I'd say "buy me a BB gun" and nothing would come of it. Then one spring I came home on a Thursday evening to find the Ex infuriated. Seems she had just put in flowers in the flower boxes and the squirrels had totally destroyed her handiwork. I'd had a real long day and wasn't up to hearing another tirade against the squirrels. I said "Look, I've told you over and over, buy me a BB gun and I will fix the squirrel problem. I have presented you with a solution, and until you act on my solution, I don't want to hear another %&#$thing about those damn squirrels."

The next evening (Friday) when I came home, lo and behold there was a Crosman 760 Pumpmaster BB gun on the bed! Seems she had borrowed it from the next door neighbor. I told my Ex I'd take care of the squirrels first thing in the morning.

Seven AM on Saturday morning I opened up the window to the veranda, pumped up the Crosman and got it sighted in, then made a pot of coffee and pumped up the Crosman so it was ready to go. Maybe ten minutes passed, and the first of the squirrels came over to have breakfast at the feeder, only to meet up with Mister Crosman. I'd take my shot, and pump up the gun so I was ready to go for the next squirrel, sip my coffee, and so on.

Around eight AM, the Ex comes into the kitchen just as a squirrel is coming down off a tree limb on its way across to the veranda. I said "shhh!", aimed, took my shot, and the squirrel fell dead to the ground below.

Now, one would think that the Ex would complement me on my shot, but you'd be wrong.

Ex: "You're KILLING them!"
Me: "That's right."
Ex: "You didn't tell me you were going to KILL them!!"
Me: "What did you expect I was going to do when I told you to get me a BB gun? Tickle their little tails?"
Ex: "But you're KILLING them!"
Me: "I really don't see what the problem is here."
Ex: (indignantly) "How many have you killed?"
Me: "That was number seven or number eight, I dunno, I really haven't kept track."
Ex: (accusingly) "You never told me you could shoot!"
Me: "You never asked me! And why would I tell you to get me a BB gun if I didn't know how to shoot?"
Ex: "Gimme that gun, I'm taking it back right now. And what are you going to do with those dead squirrels?
Me: "Well, guess now that I'm not killing them anymore, I'll just finish my coffee, go downstairs, grab a shovel, and bury 'em!"
True story.

Now that I live in a city, I can't shoot a BB gun. I've told my new wife that I can electrify our picket fence (positive on one picket, negative on the other) to fry the squirrels at our feeders but she won't let me.
Also true.
 
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