Libs would go nuts (more than they already are) if they saw us having our BB gun fights in the neighborhood.
My dad used to pay me for every bird I shot that was trying to eat his tomatoes. I became a darn good shot and went on to be the series high shooter in boot camp. Ten bull eyes out of ten shots from 500 meters!
Yeah, BB guns got a bad rap among our parents on our street early when Mike shot Don an inch from his eye.
Well done, Sgt. York! Looks like the profit motive worked just fine in your case. I'm guessing your dad had other motives himself besides just protecting his tomatoes.