Aren't you limited to 12ftlbs?? Anyway of putting a pcv on them and releasing more power??? I had a gat when I was 10 yrs old. it was shit.
Modern Air rifles are awesome even at 12lb power .i like the stealth and skill factor otherwise I could just get a shotgun license and blow the shit out of everything
I used to shoot on several hundred acres of ex land fill. My best mate's dad was responsible for the grounds so we had free reign on it. Our only rule was if you won't eat it you can't shoot it. We had great times there, shooting bunnies etc sometimes making a fire to cook em on a spit. On occasion we would come across trespassers and even the occasional dogger!, they use to shit their pants when they saw us coming. This us in full camo( I'm the Pyscho in full mask)
Great days them must have been we did similar and used to make a spit out of twigs and roast them suckers .I also used to have a mate with ferrets and I have a photo somewhere of a younger me with about Six rabbits happy days.
Years ago, just after I got the gat, I called upon a school friend, Julian Briercliff. He lived backing onto Mayor Park. As usual we where dicking around inside, and I don't know why, but I shot him in the butt cheeks with the gat. He cried his eyes out, and went downstairs rooting for something.... i followed him in the front room, and he took off a fucking great blunderbuss from atop the fire place, and put in 2 cartridges, and the front of it, the loaded the fucker with nails, pins, half pences etc... And chased me out the back garden and though the fence into the park. all I heard was an allmighty bang, and the contents of his dads messy draw flew past my bonce, one bit caught my shoulders... Don't know what it was, but it fucking hurt and cut me big stylie. I never talked to him after that until we met as turds in the grammar school ( first years).. Never became mates again... cue 4 years later in school, he copped of with my bird behind my back, she was my first shag, and I thought we would marry, have babies...the whole nine yards. i waited for him at dinner time after I had my lamb hotpot and chocolate cake with mint custard ( yup, still remember that!) and did a right Alan Minter on him, and thus got suspended for 1 whole week. Revenge is bliss. cue another 20 years later, the bird he got off with is fucking ugly as shit, has a nose bigger than manilow and looks like a smack rat. ahhh, the gat gun, great memories.
Have to admit, this is still one of my favourite 'shed' toys. Had it since I was a kid and every time I come across it I buy new bands for it then put it away until they rot. It was brilliant fun to play with. I never hunted with it, that's not my thing but where I grew up there wasn't a single porcelain insulator left on the telephone poles.
Got an Air Arms TX200 me self which pumps out 22 Ft lbs so is registered as a Firearm. Prefer using the Beretta though!
Ah right, things move on mate, mine was the 682 with 28" barrels the chokes were flush fitting. Not that I was a choke changer, half and half, that's it. You either smoked it, or missed it well Fcuk, I shot Worsley Grange a few times, there were two guys there I swear, they changed the chokes every fcuking stand! My did they miss some targets well
The way I used to do it is go speak to farmers, houses with alod of land and one time, a school/college. Generally the farmers were more than happy once they see you and no your not going to shoot the game birds! Might also help to bring your license too (if you got one) just to make it look a bit more 'proper' or 'official'
