Daisy model 21 double barrel BB gun

[OH Osthaus]

Part of your match pair Bill. :corn

[Bill Jolliff]

Originally Posted by Rick Losey

Part of your match pair Bill. :corn

Yep!

[chris dawe]

Ive handled this fine gun at Phil's poolside ...its every bit as nice as the pics describe

[charlie cleveland]

i aint seen one of these in a while i donot remember what happened to mine...charlie

[OH Osthaus]

I still have my Dad's old Daisy- i will have to get it out and see what model

it had plenty of power - but had been converted to a muzzleloader

Dad and his brother wore out the thread on the gut - Grandpa's solution was to braze it in place -

my bb gun as a kid was a crossman - that one had a of of power -one of our games as kids was to see how far we could keep a can moving - mine had the distance to reach out

[Phil Yearout]

Guess I forgot to list my scoped 880 and my Powerline 1200...





Gotta admit those 118's are pretty cool; may have to keep my eye out for one of those.

[Phil C]

My brother and I received Red Riders for Christmas from our Grandparents. I was 7 and George was 9. Best memorable gift I ever received. We walked home every day from school and from about Thanksgiving to The day before Christmas we stopped by to feel and shake two identical wrapped presents.
We were convinced we could hear BB's rattling when we would shake the presents. We would go from elation to depression wondering if BB guns were really in the boxes. We counted the days until Christmas arrived, worried that we might have to go another 365 days without a BB gun to roam the desert with.
Two boys were never happier then the moment that the wrapping paper came off, and the Daisy box was reviled. Every spare moment from that day on was split between hunting mainly English sparrows and trying to hunt for returnable soda bottles to fund our new passion.
The name brand bottles brought 5 cents. We always tried to get enough to buy what we called "The 30 cent pack." Daisy's yellow tube with a black cap. Held 350 bb's. We would dole out the bb's using the black cap as a way to equally split the ammo. On bad days we might only find a couple of bottles, in which case the little store we went to had a "10 cents pack" only about 100 bb's. I cannt recall if the name brand was Winchester or Federal but it came in a small red card board tube and the end was crimped like a shotgun shell.
Our independence and the love of the hunting and can be traced directly back to those Daisy's.

[JJ Roberts]

Growing up in New Jersey in the 1940's you could't own a BB gun so I had a class mate buy a Red Rider for me when he vised family in Pennsylvania,mom did't like guns.In 1951 I was able to get my first cartridge rifle a Sears J.C.Higgins single shot 22 cal. for Christmas. J.J.

[Bindlestiff]

Originally Posted by James J. Roberts

Growing up in New Jersey in the 1940's you could't own a BB gun

Wow, I never thought that anti gun movement was strong in the WWII era?

I grew up in western Pennsylvania post WWII and lots the kids had BB guns, 22's and some had shotguns. I would get a very red ass if I even pointed a cap gun at anyone and was taught gun safety from the time I can barely remember now. I killed my first rabbit while hunting with my father when I was 9 (one shotgun that he would carry if we saw anyone around). I could take my 22 out to hunt alone when I was 14, can you imagine that?

For me, anti gun kicked in during the late 1960's, but even then I could walk in and but ammo and guns in stores like Sears or Western Auto. They even sold surplus military rifles, for just a few dollars, through magazine ads and mailed to the house. When they tried to get rid of "Saturday night special's" was when I noticed things changing.

[OH Osthaus]

Robin

it was still that way in NY's southern tier/western NY then as well- I could go to Western Auto and get my own BB's or .22s - My Mom used to tell my kids about how my friends and i would be gone for a couple days

I have the two .22's my Dad and his brother each bought when they were kids, they made a half faced camp back in the hills and would stay there and eat what they shot

all before the cities in the state decided they had to tell us rural folks how to live for our own good