Shooting Match Sticks
Big “J” and I each had BB guns
They were Daisy Red Ryder’s
Not as powerful as a Benjamin
With a pump up type slider
As kids our allowance wasn’t much
We had to buy our BB’s
We’d run out and have nothing to shoot
Even tried to shoot dried peas
For a while we switched and used sling shots
Hard to find rocks that are round
Then we shot match sticks out of our guns
Once their shot they can be found
No they sure didn’t go very far
And hardly ever went straight
We liked to shoot at wasps on their nests
If you hit one it was great
When those match sticks kept hitting the nest
Yellow Jackets would get mad
Sooner or later it made them swarm
And then we got stung real bad
Never did find a good substitute
Wasp shooting was so much fun
We kept a close watch on what they did
Sometimes we left at a run
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