So a post it he tippmann section had me a bit nostalgic about sappy pb gun stories. Share your sentimental schlock about the one that you won’t let go because memories…ill start, I know I’ve shared this before.
When my sister graduated college she gat a new car for her efforts. 14 at the time I just assumed that’s how my life would progress as well. Life had different plans and my father passed when I was 16. Mom busted her butt to make sure my sister could finish college and I could stay in private school. But at graduation time, a new car was out of the question. So I asked for a new paintball gun. I picked out a Montneel Z1 that we were able to get wholesale price from a gun dealer in the family.
My sister’s ford probe is decades into the scrap heap. The Z1 still airs up and shoots 280. I still use it on occasion.
Thanks Mom, miss you.
When my sister graduated college she gat a new car for her efforts. 14 at the time I just assumed that’s how my life would progress as well. Life had different plans and my father passed when I was 16. Mom busted her butt to make sure my sister could finish college and I could stay in private school. But at graduation time, a new car was out of the question. So I asked for a new paintball gun. I picked out a Montneel Z1 that we were able to get wholesale price from a gun dealer in the family.
My sister’s ford probe is decades into the scrap heap. The Z1 still airs up and shoots 280. I still use it on occasion.
Thanks Mom, miss you.
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