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<blockquote data-quote="p238shooter" data-source="post: 1958075" data-attributes="member: 24583">Dad talked Mom into letting me have a Daisy BB gun for my 7th birthday.&nbsp; She was not happy, but agreed.&nbsp; It had an Otasco sticker on the box also.&nbsp; Dad taught me how to shoot it, gave me very good instruction on how to be safe and accurate with it.&nbsp; He set me up with a &quot;firing range&quot; in the back yard.&nbsp; He ran me through a lot of drills.&nbsp; Soon, with Dads instructional help, I was the hot shot of the neighborhood, which was mostly older kids.&nbsp; One day I remember wondering why Dad would want me to learn how to hold my Daisy BB rifle 90 degrees out from my body one handed and shoot at a target 20 ft away without looking through the sights?&nbsp; When I was 8, I went out with my older cousins rabbit hunting with a real 22 rifle.&nbsp; Dad went through the safetydrill one last time before I left and reminded me to regroup after the &quot;kick&quot; of the 22.&nbsp; I got two rabbits in the head.&nbsp; They were amazed at my head shots.&nbsp; I stated, doesn&#039;t that make them easier to clean?&nbsp; They just laughed.&nbsp; I was serious.Dad passed away in 1977, Mom passed away within the last year.&nbsp; Going through old papers I found Dad was considered an Army &quot;Expert Marksman&quot; and promoted for special duty in WWII.&nbsp; He never talked about that part of the Army he served.&nbsp; My Daisy BB gun training might have been more &quot;expert&quot; training than I ever realized.&nbsp; I thought it odd that he never once would shoot my Daisy BB gun, only show me how.&nbsp; I guess there were reasons I might not want to know about.&nbsp; My Daisy is in the gun safe with the other items that are important to me.&nbsp; A little lube in the barrel, and I can shoot your eye out.&nbsp; Thinking back, I guess Mom was right.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="p238shooter, post: 1958075, member: 24583"] Dad talked Mom into letting me have a Daisy BB gun for my 7th birthday. She was not happy, but agreed. It had an Otasco sticker on the box also. Dad taught me how to shoot it, gave me very good instruction on how to be safe and accurate with it. He set me up with a "firing range" in the back yard. He ran me through a lot of drills. Soon, with Dads instructional help, I was the hot shot of the neighborhood, which was mostly older kids. One day I remember wondering why Dad would want me to learn how to hold my Daisy BB rifle 90 degrees out from my body one handed and shoot at a target 20 ft away without looking through the sights? When I was 8, I went out with my older cousins rabbit hunting with a real 22 rifle. Dad went through the safetydrill one last time before I left and reminded me to regroup after the "kick" of the 22. I got two rabbits in the head. They were amazed at my head shots. I stated, doesn't that make them easier to clean? They just laughed. I was serious. Dad passed away in 1977, Mom passed away within the last year. Going through old papers I found Dad was considered an Army "Expert Marksman" and promoted for special duty in WWII. He never talked about that part of the Army he served. My Daisy BB gun training might have been more "expert" training than I ever realized. I thought it odd that he never once would shoot my Daisy BB gun, only show me how. I guess there were reasons I might not want to know about. My Daisy is in the gun safe with the other items that are important to me. A little lube in the barrel, and I can shoot your eye out. Thinking back, I guess Mom was right. [/QUOTE]

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