Roaming the hills around the (then) undeveloped east side of the Napa Valley, shooting at whatever seemed a suitable target. It may be a childhood thing, bringing back memories of riding my bicycle with my air rifle across the handlebars, searching for pop bottles along the roads (yes, people used to just throw the empties out the car window!!), then redeeming them at a little country store to buy more pellets. I can’t help it, I love the old tootsie-roll forearm Benjamin pumpers. If it seems like I’m putting up a lot of video about this particular airgun, well, I am.
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