Bahhhh, we used to have "one-pump" wars as kids. it was the original paint ball. Getting beaned with a baseball is is worse than a one pump bb that won't even break the skin...
I grew up in a half and half suburb. Half rural, half urban. Nice urban suburb looking from the street side but each property had a half-acre back yard. And there was lots of roaming around scrub areas around and about.
We had bb gun wars. We'd collect eggs, let them go bad, and use them as hand grenades too.
When one of the moms found out we were shooting at each other with intent, the phone calls started.
The final ruling was, it's ok but we had to wear our father's eye protection available in every backyard shop.
You would chuck baseballs at each other? Lol I HATE flying projectiles. Thats why I could never do sports involving small, fast flying projectiles growing up.
Lacrosse, Baseball, Softball, Hockey... all scared the shit out of me. I was much more comfortable doing Rugby, wrestling and club jiu jitsu.
My best score was when an opponent climbed into one if those prefab "tree" houses on legs, closed the lower half of the door and sat back in the dark to snipe... So I lofted one high through the doorway and was rewarded with a howl as I pegged him in the tender flesh of his inner trigger forearm.. So much for the SnipersHide...
Bahhhh, we used to have "one-pump" wars as kids. it was the original paint ball. Getting beaned with a baseball is is worse than a one pump bb that won't even break the skin...
Yeah, I did, too. Lucky we weren't blinded.
"You'll shoot your eye out kid" comes to mind.
I grew up in a half and half suburb. Half rural, half urban. Nice urban suburb looking from the street side but each property had a half-acre back yard. And there was lots of roaming around scrub areas around and about.
We had bb gun wars. We'd collect eggs, let them go bad, and use them as hand grenades too.
When one of the moms found out we were shooting at each other with intent, the phone calls started.
The final ruling was, it's ok but we had to wear our father's eye protection available in every backyard shop.
It is a miracle we survived childhood !
You would chuck baseballs at each other? Lol I HATE flying projectiles. Thats why I could never do sports involving small, fast flying projectiles growing up.
Lacrosse, Baseball, Softball, Hockey... all scared the shit out of me. I was much more comfortable doing Rugby, wrestling and club jiu jitsu.
My best score was when an opponent climbed into one if those prefab "tree" houses on legs, closed the lower half of the door and sat back in the dark to snipe... So I lofted one high through the doorway and was rewarded with a howl as I pegged him in the tender flesh of his inner trigger forearm.. So much for the SnipersHide...