That is awesome.... I had a whole bunch of toy guns. Best was a really realistic enfield that had a wooden bullet that would 'press' into the bolt when you closed it. So looked like you were feeding a real round. Not even a cap gun. Just a really, really realistic bolt gun. We played 'war' with those until I graduated to real guns and squirrel season about 11 YO...
Growing up in VT in the 1970's was like growing up anywhere else in America in the 1950's. We took our deer rifles to school (I hunted every morning in deer season the 4 miles from home to school). When we got to school, we dropped off our rifles at the principal's office in the morning. Picked them up on the way home. I Hunted home every afternoon. The school sits on the edge of an awesome swamp. As the crow files, it was 4 miles from the front door to the gate of the farm. I did that every day from 7th grade until I got a car in 10th grade. I got a couple of deer on the way home from school, too. Never one in the morning. Though some friends did and left the deer out behind the gym door until their dad's came and got it. You had to call dad from the pay phone by the auditorium. Cost a dime. "What's a Pay Phone... asks some of our SH members...).
After I got my first car (Jeep, actually) my rifle was in rack in the soft-top Jeep in the parking lot... unless it was bird season and then there was a SXS Tobin Arms shotgun. Unless it was the rest of the year then it was a Savage .22. UI still own them all. Yup, in school parking lot. I wasn't the only one. Carried a Buck Ranger lock knife on my belt from 10th grade until graduation (where it was under my robe.) I have it, too. The blade is so eroded that there is barely a stub left. But I still have it! I used it to open fertilizer bags on the farm every spring and probably slit/dumped 1000 sacks every year. That does not do a blade any good. But still holds an edge. Has my initials engraved on the bolster. Barely readable... but still there. I'll post a picture.
And yet with all these weapons around, not a single act of violence was ever committed at my high school... beyond a couple of fisticuffs in the parking lot (generally not involving me.)
Different times. Different mentality. I'd argue better times. Better mentality.
Rick... I think if we could get one of those chassis... we could fit a .22 in it. Now the SADM launcher... might have some trouble with the plutonium....
Cheers,
Sirhr
