deadlyninja Posted September 30, 2006 Share Posted September 30, 2006 Every time I go geocaching and find myself in a wash in Oro Valley, AZ, I see these little bead things: Does anyone know what they are? And what purpose they serve? I'm more curious than concerned, but I am seeing them more and more often. - DeadlyNinja Quote Link to comment
deadlyninja Posted September 30, 2006 Author Share Posted September 30, 2006 Heres a description in case its hard to tell from the picture: They are plastic, perfectly spherical, the dot in the green thing is an air bubble. I believe I've also seen red and yellow ones before. My brother suggested they are being used to measure water flow over time or something. I doubt it though. Quote Link to comment
+The Foote Posted September 30, 2006 Share Posted September 30, 2006 Those look like airsoft pellets. They are like B.B.'s but safe to shoot at one another. for toy guns. Quote Link to comment
+Trucker Lee Posted September 30, 2006 Share Posted September 30, 2006 Which, unfortunately, means that some kids are shooting guns of some type at each other, just the kind of training they need in the urban jungle. And, it also means that they are introducing and leaving plastic trash in the environment!!! Quote Link to comment
+SlideRule Posted October 1, 2006 Share Posted October 1, 2006 They look to me to be 'Paint Balls' Balls filled with paint that kids shoot at one another. Quote Link to comment
+SD Rowdies Posted October 1, 2006 Share Posted October 1, 2006 Does anyone know what they are? And what purpose they serve? I'm more curious than concerned, but I am seeing them more and more often. - DeadlyNinja Quote Link to comment
+Snake & Rooster Posted October 1, 2006 Share Posted October 1, 2006 Does anyone know what they are? And what purpose they serve? I'm more curious than concerned, but I am seeing them more and more often. - DeadlyNinja [/quote Kids today are such seesies. When we were kids, we used real BB guns to shoot at each other. The rules said, "no aiming above the chest." Looking back, it's amazing that we all have two eyes. Quote Link to comment
+SD Rowdies Posted October 1, 2006 Share Posted October 1, 2006 (edited) Kids today are such seesies. When we were kids, we used real BB guns to shoot at each other. The rules said, "no aiming above the chest." Looking back, it's amazing that we all have two eyes. Tell me about it, when I was quite young one of my older uncles would hold me down while the other would put the muzzle of their Red Ryder b-b gun against one of my fingernails and shoot. I finally figure out ways to punish them in return. Edited October 1, 2006 by SD Rowdies Quote Link to comment
+Toby's Gang Posted October 2, 2006 Share Posted October 2, 2006 Kids today are such seesies. When we were kids, we used real BB guns to shoot at each other. The rules said, "no aiming above the chest." Looking back, it's amazing that we all have two eyes. Tell me about it, when I was quite young one of my older uncles would hold me down while the other would put the muzzle of their Red Ryder b-b gun against one of my fingernails and shoot. I finally figure out ways to punish them in return. Ouch! I didn't realize cowboys were so tough! Quote Link to comment
+Snake & Rooster Posted October 2, 2006 Share Posted October 2, 2006 Tell me about it, when I was quite young one of my older uncles would hold me down while the other would put the muzzle of their Red Ryder b-b gun against one of my fingernails and shoot. I finally figure out ways to punish them in return. Hmmmm . . . and how did you punish them, Harmon pray tell? Quote Link to comment
+SD Rowdies Posted October 2, 2006 Share Posted October 2, 2006 (edited) Tell me about it, when I was quite young one of my older uncles would hold me down while the other would put the muzzle of their Red Ryder b-b gun against one of my fingernails and shoot. I finally figure out ways to punish them in return. Hmmmm . . . and how did you punish them, Harmon pray tell? Thanks for asking. First of all please appreciate that I was quite young when those events took place, during the late thirties, and so I had limited resources with which to mount a effective retaliation. Way back then a kid could get his hands on a stick of dynamite now and then because people left it laying around when digging water wells. Trouble was nobody was digging a water well at the time and so I improvised as best I could. Besides, my dynamite years are another story altogether. For one thing I conducted a long campaign of randomly placing rather interesting Texas critters and goat-head stickers under their bed covers. Also I occasionally placed like critters inside their jalopy and stuffed pungent things way up the tailpipe of their dilapidated old roadster. Screwing up their jalopy was especially rewarding to me because it was a very long way to walk from my grandmother’s place out in the sticks all the way into Abilene, Texas and back. I loved seeing them fade off into the distance with just the dust of their boots left hanging above the roadbed. When they were safely in the distance I always waved my special goodbye to them. My coupe de Gras was throwing their Red Ryder B-B rifle into the outhouse pit. The outhouse hadn’t been moved in a very long time and so was all juicy and boiling with flies and maggots, you know, like they can get if untended during the blazing-hot west-Texas summers. The Red Ryder rifle sank like a stone. Whew, you get the idea. Imagine the interrogation I endured with regard to the missing Red Ryder rifle. “Harmon, you little arsehole, did you take our B-B gun?” “Shoot no, not me, that dang thang scares me to death after you sombitches shot me with it.” That was my first perfect caper because there was evidence but the evidence wasn't accessible in a normal sense. What saved me was the reasonable belief that no kid my age would permanantly dispose of a prized Red Ryder rifle and so it would surely turn up in my hands at a later date but didn't. Think of it, to this day that old Red Ryder B-B rifle is still buried right where the old outhouse stood and one of my uncles is still alive and living in Abilene, Texas. I think I’ll write him a letter tomorrow and tell him exactly what I did with his danged Red Ryder rifle. Maybe he’ll go over and exhume it from the fossilized outhouse poop of yesteryear. I hope he shoots himself with it. Sounds like another case for Dirty Jobs doesn’t it? Edited October 2, 2006 by SD Rowdies Quote Link to comment
+Snake & Rooster Posted October 2, 2006 Share Posted October 2, 2006 Tell me about it, when I was quite young one of my older uncles would hold me down while the other would put the muzzle of their Red Ryder b-b gun against one of my fingernails and shoot. I finally figure out ways to punish them in return. Hmmmm . . . and how did you punish them, Harmon pray tell? Thanks for asking. First of all please appreciate that I was quite young when those events took place, during the late thirties, and so I had limited resources with which to mount a effective retaliation. Way back then a kid could get his hands on a stick of dynamite now and then because people left it laying around when digging water wells. Trouble was nobody was digging a water well at the time and so I improvised as best I could. Besides, my dynamite years are another story altogether. For one thing I conducted a long campaign of randomly placing rather interesting Texas critters and goat-head stickers under their bed covers. Also I occasionally placed like critters inside their jalopy and stuffed pungent things way up the tailpipe of their dilapidated old roadster. Screwing up their jalopy was especially rewarding to me because it was a very long way to walk from my grandmother's place out in the sticks all the way into Abilene, Texas and back. I loved seeing them fade off into the distance with just the dust of their boots left hanging above the roadbed. When they were safely in the distance I always waved my special goodbye to them. My coupe de Gras was throwing their Red Ryder B-B rifle into the outhouse pit. The outhouse hadn't been moved in a very long time and so was all juicy and boiling with flies and maggots, you know, like they can get if untended during the blazing-hot west-Texas summers. The Red Ryder rifle sank like a stone. Whew, you get the idea. Imagine the interrogation I endured with regard to the missing Red Ryder rifle. "Harmon, you little arsehole, did you take our B-B gun?" "Shoot no, not me, that dang thang scares me to death after you sombitches shot me with it." That was my first perfect caper because there was evidence but the evidence wasn't accessible in a normal sense. What saved me was the reasonable belief that no kid my age would permanantly dispose of a prized Red Ryder rifle and so it would surely turn up in my hands at a later date but didn't. Think of it, to this day that old Red Ryder B-B rifle is still buried right where the old outhouse stood and one of my uncles is still alive and living in Abilene, Texas. I think I'll write him a letter tomorrow and tell him exactly what I did with his danged Red Ryder rifle. Maybe he'll go over and exhume it from the fossilized outhouse poop of yesteryear. I hope he shoots himself with it. Sounds like another case for Dirty Jobs doesn't it? Remind me never to get on your bad side! Quote Link to comment
deadlyninja Posted October 2, 2006 Author Share Posted October 2, 2006 Those look like airsoft pellets. They are like B.B.'s but safe to shoot at one another. for toy guns. Right on. Thanks for the info guys. - DeadlyNinja Quote Link to comment
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