I mentioned my Daisy 840, one friend had a daisy 880, back when they were metal and wood, and our other friend had a crossman, I do not remember the model, but with 10 pumps, it was the beast of the block. The 3 of us would meet every Saturday, most Sundays and hit a nearby patch of woods for Birds, squirrels and Rabbits. It was a tough get after a while, critters were scarce. I think in our last 5 hunts we were skunked. Boys grow up and move on in life. They went to college, I chose to join the military. After being gone for 3 years, I finally returned home. I called my buddies and we all grabbed our Airguns. Off we went, just as we had years before. But, now there were birds, squirrels and rabbits all over this patch of woods. We realized then that WE were the reason for the scarcity of game in those woods. Those were good times, lots of laughs and camaraderie. We were finding our way, we were outdoors. We were American boys, in an Different America. I feel bad about cleaning the game out of those woods, but the memories and lessons that I learned hold true 40 years later are still strong in who I am. My gun was not a hunter, but I was the first one there every week because it meant so much to me. I don't think today's youth will do anything to experience what was so special to me. They have their own memories and experiences, but I am sure that whatever they do, It will come up short of what we had as Kids.