We were young. Teens. Bored. Way too much testosterone and too little jobs or money. We vented. Eventually those rubber seals gave out after shooting so many over-presure shots, and you’d be lucky to hit a beer can at ten yards with enough force to move it. We didn’t upgrade to .22’s because they made noise. For those purposes, anyway. Squirrels and crows were another matter. People were grateful - we were free pest control.
“Squirrels and crows were another matter.”
Crows always knew I was carrying!