Halcyon days, memories.

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Hope everyone is well and taking it easy. I have been to docs today and things look pretty piss poor. However I have always liked airguns and motorbikes. I was born in the late 60,s and have very fond memories of the following airguns. BSA cadet ,meteor, airsporter, mercury, buccaneer ,scorpian, supersport .webley ,tempest, hurricane and typhoon. Victor , hawks, vulcan and omega and eclipse . Lincoln comet, setra ,Sheriden , Diana ,crosman 766,1377 .daisy 922. Various relums and a few asi models . Sharp innova, ace. Later on I had ,daystate,,rapids,stealth,as 400,410, and hw 35,77,80,90. But smiles for miles it must be the old falcon .177 and a box of marksman pellets from the paper shop. Wandering care free anyware fancied with a fishing rod and a few worms in a tin can.
 
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I hear that brother, I’m older than dirt now but still love my old guns, a sharp innova and a sharp ace (gotta exercise somehow)
Sheridan Blue streak
ASI statical
Sussex Armoury (Air Arms) AR7
ASI sniper
Daisy 914 (mini 14 copy)

Modern guns are great (I have a few) but going back to the days when you could pretty much just have fun are the days I miss 😢
 
Halcyon days, indeed, and we didn't know it. And the sad thing is, nobody will ever know those days again. Funnily enough, it was only the other day I drove past a road that had me going down memory lane.

I thought to myself how there are some days you remember all of your life but not necessarily because they were an event. This particularly memory was a day a couple of friends and I cycled a little further than our usual boundaries. I was riding a Raleigh Chopper. :LOL:
We were about eight or nine, glorious sunny day and although it was the city suburbs we lived in, it wasn't far before you found woods and fields that hadn't been built on.

And riding along in what what could have been countryside but was only barely a mile or two from our houses, we heard a woodpecker for the first time in our lives. Absolutely enchanting.
 
I know the feeling buddy ive also been to the hospital today never good news from the docs.

To be young again ey I remember the smell from the older guns as a kid hunting together with mates, my first gun was a sharp innova my best mate had relum tornado and other mate had a asi paratrooper another with an orginal until we all got a bit older non of us even owned a gunbag in those days we would walk all day from one village to another guns slung over our shoulders meeting others along the way, the local woods were our shooting grounds squirels being our main target species but extra points for a magpie, if we werent hunting we would be fishing the local ponds with anything we could dig up for bait looking back it seems like a lifetime ago in a different world.

There was an old disused scrap yard above my parents house that was half wasteland half woodland we would sit and chat on a high bank shooting down at rabbits that would occasionally hop out of their holes, never had to buy food for the ferrets the fienwerkbau sport I saved up for provided that, all I ever asked from my mother who worked in town was a box of marksmen pellets from the market when she finished work once a fortnight, the fienwerkbau liked the domed versions they were £2 per box.

You never see a rabbit there now all that land is housing estates I lived in one house there for seven years, remembering the squirrels and rabbits I had shot on each plot as I used to drive up the street, any pheasants that I shot were enjoyed by the whole family for sunday dinner spachcocked alongside some of my old mans glazed parsnips carrots green beans and roasties in gravy, life was good, I wish I could go back do it all again.
 
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There are loads of cliches I could quote here, but threads like this and experiencing ill health yourself or in loved ones should remind us all to take chances, say yes to things and not squander our time. Make the most of it and enjoy it.
 
I cannot believe how relaxed things were regarding owning shotguns in the late 1960s. I was in my early teens still at school and used to go shooting with a family friend an older guy late 50s in age. He used to pick me up on a Sunday morning in his land rover accompanied with his spaniel for a days shooting. I had an old AYA 12 gauge side by side kept in my bedroom wardrobe with my cartridges. I used to walk down to the Village Police Station to get my shotgun licence, the local Bobby knew me so no issues.

I remember my dad bought a shotgun from a catalogue of a large catalogue firm, he had a Post Office and and was the time of the "Black Panther" Donald Nielson was robbing Post offices with a gun. My dad said if he broke into our Post Office he would not be walking out :eek: :eek:. Thank fully that never happened I have thought of owning another shotgun as the local farmer said I could use his farmland as a permission which has plenty of game on it. But getting too old now sadly will stick with my air rifle. :oops:
 
Thank you for the kind replies . Back in the day I bought a Baikal 410 shotgun ,moderator and cartridges from a well known gun shop in the city centre . I walked to the local cafe , put the folded but uncovered shotgun on the table and had a 15p cup of tea whilst waiting for the bus 15 miles home.
 
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