There've been some discussions here on AGN regarding the naming of guns. Included have been the hits and misses of manufacturers in the names they choose for their products, but the most entertaining threads involve the names that individual air gunners assign to their favorite (or, in some cases, most hated) air guns. Some names are clever, some are nostalgic, and some are just plain goofy. But sometimes, the name just reveals itself in the most unexpected ways.
When I decided to get into PCPs, I researched guns, air sources, prices, support... all the stuff you need to know. In the end I put together a package at a price we could afford. We made a deal, my wife and I, that when I found a new job I could get the gun. I was up front about the cost for a package to include a Marauder .177, a hand pump, and an extra magazine: ~ $600. That's the number she programmed into her head: six hundred dollars. Come last June I had a solid job offer and she gave me the go-ahead to get the gun and whatnot. For $600, mind you, and not a penny more (I cheated and spent $601 and change).
A few weeks ago I was preparing to go shooting yet again and she cheerily goads me by calling out, "Are you going to go shoot your six-hundred dollar gun again?" In that moment my gun stopped being "my new PCP" and became something much more personal. Rather than get in a twist over the actual cost of the gun itself, I hijacked her sarcasm and christened my gun "Six-hunny". Now when I let her know I'm headed out to shoot I tell her that I have a date with "Six-hunny" and won't be back for a few hours. She takes it all in stride, of course.
When I decided to get into PCPs, I researched guns, air sources, prices, support... all the stuff you need to know. In the end I put together a package at a price we could afford. We made a deal, my wife and I, that when I found a new job I could get the gun. I was up front about the cost for a package to include a Marauder .177, a hand pump, and an extra magazine: ~ $600. That's the number she programmed into her head: six hundred dollars. Come last June I had a solid job offer and she gave me the go-ahead to get the gun and whatnot. For $600, mind you, and not a penny more (I cheated and spent $601 and change).
A few weeks ago I was preparing to go shooting yet again and she cheerily goads me by calling out, "Are you going to go shoot your six-hundred dollar gun again?" In that moment my gun stopped being "my new PCP" and became something much more personal. Rather than get in a twist over the actual cost of the gun itself, I hijacked her sarcasm and christened my gun "Six-hunny". Now when I let her know I'm headed out to shoot I tell her that I have a date with "Six-hunny" and won't be back for a few hours. She takes it all in stride, of course.
