the old ones

[stickfigure]

Now most of us have been through alot of guns and for some bizarre reason we seem to remeber guns most fondly after they have been replaced for a long time.I use my JT as an example. Probably no other piece of sports equipement made me pull out as much hair as that gun. But now all i really remeber at first thought is the pleasent thunk sound it made firing and the niceness of all those useless rails. But further thinking (and talking to my buds) has given me a startling awakenig to this dreamy thinking. The amount I used to hate the gun. Turns out far back in my memory I can remeber how easily the tank would unscrew, how it chopped about every 10th ball and how it decided to not recoke at the most inoppurtune times. I can now remeber that slightly (key word slightly) bittersweet thursday afternoon in late june when I finally sold the old girl to some kid down the block. Then it brought a nice 30 bucks into my wallet (for she was broken the sear had been jammed by about 2000 chopped balls that could not have been humanley cleaned), now brings me almost to tears (uh not quite). But alas it seems that we as humans like to remeber the fond parts of a dreadful past.:rolleyes:

[Vyce-Gripp]

Ahhh... It is for that reason I will never sell my trusty Spyder Victor 1. My first paintball gun.
Well, the first one that actually worked anyway. My very first gun is sitting in a plastic Ziploc bag, in about a million pieces. I've never re-assembled that old gun (appears to be some type of Spyder clone, of uncertain make) since that day long ago when I got sick of working on it and bought my Spyder. But neither will I sell it. It will remain in my hands forever as symbol of my humble beginnings in this wonderful sport. (Wipes a tear from eye.)

-Gripp