Brought back memories of my toy tommy gun from the 60’s. I could go through a whole roll of caps in no time and generate a big cloud of smoke.
Great find! Brought back memories of the smell of caps, lol. Just sent the links to my two brothers who used to have Lone Ranger costumes.
Got 'em all on Christmas.
Just think. If Mattel sold them today a kid could say “Eat lead” and mean it.
One of my earliest toys that I remember was an old shotgun that my dad had thoroughly disabled by driving a wooden dowel down the barrel and removing the trigger mechanism.
I’m a member of the last “cap gun” generation. I started elementary school about the time Ronald Reagan was elected. When I was a kid, every toy section of every store had cap guns. By the time I graduated high school, you couldn’t find a cap gun if you tried. I can still remember the smell — kind of acrid, but still a great smell. Sometimes we’d stack up a bunch of caps and hit them with a hammer. Lots of fun.
I still have my Silver Pony and this cap shooter ... delightful memories. THX for posting lowbie. Nice!
My mom didn’t allow any of her five daughters to have cap guns. So we bought the cap rolls and banged on them with rocks to make them go off.
I’m sure that was MUCH safer than a cap gun...
Wow! The juvenile homicide rate must have been MUCH higher then. Now, toy guns are considered for bans and you can’t get caps any more. We must be safer.
I liked the Miami Go Go National Airlines ad too.
A roll of caps and a brick....Ah memories.....
When I was a kid all my “found” coins went for those red roll caps, Greenie Stickum Caps, and jaw breaker gum balls. My pot metal guns got so corroded from powder residue that they eventually bound up and had to be replaced. I quickly lost all my little gray plastic bullets in the weeds and had to use just the cartridge case with a Greenie Cap stuck on it. My yard and surrounding areas were littered with torn off fired cap strips, and I grieved over every dud cap that wouldn’t fire. :o)
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Me and all my friends had every conceivable toy gun on the market. We lived outside and played cowboys, army, cops and robbers, etc. Not me or any one of my friends grew up to be cop killers, murderers, bank robbers, or serial killers. Instead of fostering aggression, I think it served to allow a healthy outlet for aggression. It seems to me that violent crime is up since the advent of out of shape overweight children plopping in front of a tv for endless hours of graphic bloody violence fantasizing themselves in the role of first person shooter. Think Columbine and Doom.