In fact I used to carry the Red Ryder on all my safaris, like over to my sister's room, and out to the barn, where my pals and I practiced igniting match-heads with its specially molded, and not-quite-round, state-of-the-art projectile. In fact, with handloads, we easily chronographed as high as 275 fps. We often took out elephant and tiger with it, from the pages of the National Geographic, where unfortunately it would go through several pages.
Unfortunately, this fine but fast-rusting example of the gunsmith's art was confiscated by my grandmother, when she discovered we were having BB-Gun wars. We did have proper PPE, including swim masks to protect ... you guessed it ...the ocular apparatus. But this early OSHA forerunner cut no ice with the old lady. Or anybody else's old lady.
When last seen, Grandma was taking domestic cat who were hanging out at the bird bath in her rose garden. Damn good shooting at 40 feet from her hunting blind, cunningly disguised as a kitchen window