Growing up we had an Angel that decorated the top of our Christmas tree. We were an Angel family, not a star one. As a matter of fact to this day when I see a star atop a tree I feel like something is wrong. But that’s a different story.<\/p>\n
Our Angel was dressed in green burlap, her wings were tattered and askew and over the years a look of terror developed on her face. You see not only was she the Top of our Christmas tree, she was also the first target that any projectile weapon received by Santa was aimed at.<\/p>\n
My father, generally a docile man the size of a bear was the primary offender. Twice that I know of he knocked her off her perch, both times with a BB gun. That’s right he shot her\u00a0with BB guns. for years I thought the Angel was a victim of friendly fire, that is until I myself, surrounded by the pandemonium that is Christmas morning took a shot at the Angel. I understood then, \u00a0that sometimes the Angel just needs to be shot, I would claim as my father before me had ,that I was just sighting the gun and one of the kids must \u00a0have put in a single BB.<\/p>\n
I did it with my first 1911, not a real one but it was real to me. This one was made by crossman and it came with a real Army 1911 holster and web belt.(No Doubt pilfered by my Dad from his day job). That was the first of several BB guns I would receive on Christmas. In the years that followed I would get a CO2 pistol and later a Pump Gun. The last being the ultimate in \u00a0BB armament. \u00a0It could put a .177 caliber BB thru both side of a steel barrel with ten pumps, \u00a0or raise a respectable welt on my sister’s ass with one, my sisters ass being the best and largest target of opportunity.<\/p>\n
Time passed and the Angel became more and more tattered. It had lived through 3 Boys and their guns and was now facing a generation of grandchildren that ran strong on boys. My dad in his final years had become wheel chair bound and his eye sight was fading. Never one to be deterred, on what turned out to be his final Christmas he took my sons new Nerf Gun and laid waste to the Angel once again.<\/p>\n
With these thoughts in mind I looked long and hard for a gift suitable for all of you aspiring Bill Cody’s and Back yard plinkers.<\/p>\n