Had them in Kiwi Land too? Wow, who knew? (as my lawyer daughter would say. :) )
I embedded one of those Daisy BBs into the temple of an older cousin at our grandmother's farm. Cold day, full house, so we were sitting in the car out in the yard. Decided to see if I could clip off a leaf from the tree we were parked near. I missed the leaf's stem, and the BB bounced off the tree and came back to hit my cousin, fortunately it was pretty much spent by then. :) (he was in the driver's seat, I was in back of him, in a 4 door '53 Pontiac. Green with white top).
> Had them in Kiwi Land too? Wow, who knew? (as my lawyer daughter would say. :) )
No, I’m Canadian by birth. Being a Kiwi is something I did later in life.
> I embedded one of those Daisy BBs into the temple of an older cousin at our grandmother’s farm.
Whoa! That’s wild! I only shot my younger brother in the arse once: thru a pair of Levi jeans. It left a very small, perfectly circular tidy black bruise.
Mom confiscated my BB-gun for a while...