Can't get anything like this, here in Australia now. I remember borrowing a family friend's air rifle as a teenager.
You could still buy the .177 slugs for it, if you knew the right shop, right out in the country. We took it camping and hunted each other. Lots of fun. No eyeballs lost.
There's something so satisfying about gently squeezing over here, and seeing a tin can fall over, all the way over there.