Feb 6
Reaching all the way back to my childhood. This is the Crosman 761XL that I used to prowl the neighborhood with. It originally belonged to my brother, and became mine in my teens. Wood stock and foregrip, it was a pretty good shooter back then. I regret that I lost the buttplate and chipped the stock.
I had the scope dialed in well enough to drop apples from the neighbor's apple tree by shooting the stem, while hidden a few rows back in the cornfield.
We used to go to where the older kid drank beer, at the bridge on Buckhorn Road. We'd gather up their empties and throw them into the creek on the upstream side of the bridge, and then shoot them as they floated by on the downstream side, until they sank, trying not to let any get out of range.