Posted on 08/14/2017 8:23:16 AM PDT by w1n1
Gun ads have changed with the times. Political correctness is certainly not the name of the game in these classic pieces of gun marketing. It was just plain old fashion advertising back in the day.
Hammer the hammer? Lawyers wouldn’t come within a football field of this one.
Of course, hammering on a vintage revolver probably is a bad idea anyway…
Oh no, that guy is teaching his son how to hunt, you say?
Where are their iphones, video games and couch? Well, buddy, this is how a father is supposed to raise his son to be a man, not a bump on the couch of life.
A .22 rifle as a Christmas present?
Well, that certainly is becoming quite a thing of the past, sadly.
The iconic Red Ryder BB Gun is the first “gun” for many of us. - I still have mine!
Oh no, that kid has an toy fully automatic M-16 rifle! - See the rest of these 10 Vintage gun ads here. 
I had that M-16!!!
Uh, not much in the way of support or citation for who, what, where, and when this supposed “ban “ is supposed to take place.
Looks like a phony article here.
“Christmas lasts a lifetime.” Great slogan. I still have my first .22, half a century later. It’s a Mossberg, not a Remington. All that shooting over all those years and it’s barely broken in.
This guy’s a blogpimp. Mostly people doing stupid crap with guns, written at about a 7th grade level.
I wanted that Johnny Eagle M-14, but my parents said it was too expensive.
The cutest little evil overlord ever: http://www.lilformers.com/blog/2006/11/20/11202006/
Well, that 3 whole grades above the gun control crowd’s median.
I’m so glad I got to HAVE a Childhood and that I could provide one for my boys, as well.
Except, maybe, for the random outbuilding or barn window, ‘accidentally’ shot with their BB Guns...
*SMIRK*
You can’t be serious!? The headline writer used the word “Banned” because “10 Vintage Gun Ads that the Lawyers in our Overly Litigious Society would Squash if the Ad Department Proposed them in 2017” didn’t fit on the page.
I remember Ads like that.
Wish my Parents had money back then so they could have spoiled me. LOL
Remember the War Surplus Jeeps that came unassembled in Crates?
I remember seeing it on the wonderful toy and game aisle at the local TG&Y, but I already had an airgun. The BBs, pellets and CO2 cartridges were further down the same aisle.
I wonder how many BBs I burned through in my youth. The Crosman BBs came in "milk carton" containers, while Daisy used the yellow and black cardboard tubes of multiple sizes. I hated the little pocket packs of BBs that looked like ketchup packets. Those always ripped in unpredictable ways and spilled half the contents.
I had a savage (some here will remember savage/stevens/fox firearms) single shot bolt action .22. Dad said when I learned to hit every time with that single shot we’d discuss getting another gun with a magazine. lol
Hell , in the 80s in Wyo they had a shooting range IN the HS school basement!!! loved my time there...
All that changed on June 5, 1968 when Bobby Kennedy was murdered.
The news media and politicians led a massive anti-gun, anti-hunting campaign in which it was decided that anything manly like shooting was BAD, BAD, bad.
The feminization of the American Male began that year, and has never let up.
Maybe, but at least all ten entries are on the same page.
There are only two "stupid things" in the adds, leaving the revolver with a child, and hammering the hammer. Both are extreme examples meant to illustrate safety features from an age when advertisers expected an intelligent audience that would not immediately go out and ape what they saw, and would take a modicum of responsibility for their own safety. And if they didn't, no one would be at fault except the stupid responsible party themselves.
That’s what my Dad told me too. The Mossy came with a stock of what looked like raw wood. A couple hundred coats of hand-rubbed linseed oil later it looked (and still does) like it had a plastic finish an inch deep. By hand-rubbed I mean I rubbed the stuff in with my bare hands. No gun has ever had more lavish care than a single-shot .22 in the hands of a 12-year-old boy.
Look at his other posts.
I picked up a long BB-gun, loaded a pocketful of BBs and wandered the open acres of trees—looking to "score" a few noisy crows that flocked in our backyards.
Never fired a shot, and never even saw one, in the many hours I carried that BB gun! How did they know?
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