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Soooo, I stopped on the way to work this morning and bought a pair of pistols. I rode right past a boot sale (read: flea market) and decided to stop for a mo’.

Well. Yes. They are pellet guns. Don’t rub it in. I thought Uncle B an’ me could set out back and plink tin cans or something. Looks like I’m going to have to do a little maintenance on them first, though.

They are Webley Juniors, like the one in the picture. Unfortunately, I got the picture off the internet — if I had the original boxes for them, they’d be worth three times as much.

The thin tube on top is actually the barrel — and also the pump lever. The fat tube is the spring/air chamber. You lift the back end of the barrel all the way back until it’s facing straight up (this takes all my strength), pop a pellet in it and close it up again. Cocked, charged with air and ready to go.

Only, one of mine doesn’t charge and the other one goes “pop” but the pellet doesn’t make it all the way through. Bad seals, I suspect. Incredibly, you can still get parts.

Playing with these things set off Uncle B’s manly instincts, and he’s over there gun shopping. You can get some very powerful air rifles here, and incredibly persuasive air replicas of all the familiar handguns, often made in the same factory with many of the same parts as the ‘real’ version.

I just hope we don’t hit a chicken.

July 6, 2016 — 10:19 pm
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