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For those that remember when we were young and able to run around with a sharp stick, play with fire and life was good.

Around age 10, my dad got me one of those little badass compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could be stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40-horse Farmall tractor will take six rounds before it goes down? Tough sumbich.

That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place. Keep in mind this was 99.999% humidity swampland so there really was not any fire danger. I'll put it this way - a set of posthole diggers and a 3 ft. hole and you had yourself a well.

One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and saw a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (ether). The light bulb went off. I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner... Lets face it, to a 10 yr. old mouth-breather like myself, ether really doesn't "sound" flammable. So, I went back into the house and got a 1-pound can of pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles).

At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the ether can but it all sort of dumped out on me. No biggie... 1 lb. pyrodex and 16 oz. ether should make a loud pop, kind of like a firecracker you know?

You know what? Screw that. I'm going back in the house for the other can. Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.

I stepped back about 15 ft. and lit the two-stroke arrow. I drew the nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck... OH SHIT! He just got home from work. So help me it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a weird look in his eyes. I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of pyrodex and into the can. Oh Shit!

When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just a reflex jerk back from 235 decibels of sound. I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft. above the ground as far as I could see. It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a crawfish or two. The daylight turned purple.

Let me repeat this...THE DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE. There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I said "was". That sum-of-a-biatch got up and ran off.

So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my Thundercats t-shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback:

ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOUR BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE! CEASE FIRE. GODDALLMIGHTY CEASE FIRE! His hat has blown off and is 30 ft. behind him in the driveway... All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 ft over our backyard. There is a Honda 185 three-wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.

I wish I knew what I said to my dad at that moment. I don't know - I know I said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my own head. I don't think he heard me either...not that it would really matter. I don't remember much from this point on. I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later.... repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea. I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR so dad could beat me some more. Bring him back to life so dad can kill him again. Thanks Mom.

One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again.. Mom had been griping about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.

Dad sold his muzzleloader a week or so later. And I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality either from the blast or from the beating. Or both.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It is good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.


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yuck


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So ... 2lbs of Black powder, 16oz of Ether and a flaming arrow. The neighborhood kids are going to LOVE this.


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LMAO rotflmo

I was never successful at getting the cloth to stay on the tip of the arrow. Mine would always slide back along the shaft to the feathers, ruining the arrow.
 
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Great One!! jumping
 
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jumping lol lol thumb hilbily stir Big Grin Big Grin And i thought making my own bombs out of fire crackers was good. this is helaoriusesss
 
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Beautiful!! It reminded me what I did at this age. Not quite as drastic - but still...
Thank you. I had a very good laugh!
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Priceless!! I laughed so hard the tears ran down my legs....


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I had to let my wife read this. She loved it too.


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THAT is the funniest damn story I've EVER heard!


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Great story!

Reminds me of a couple 'adventures' I had in my own youth. None quite that 'successful' though.
 
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Why do you Have time to write that.
 
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TTT for the night shift.......


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Great story! Unfortunately today you would be arrested, sent to juvi and counseling. We have loss our sense of humor.

I am sure your expereince built character as well!
 
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Good for one heck of a belly laugh! animal


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Thank God, my dad did not have a muzzle loader and . . . what a great story.

I sure as hell know that ether and Pyrodex in the backyard are a far, far better solution to boyhood boredom than marijuana, cocaine and the rest of that stuff . . . thumb


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Reminds me of the time I tried to make a rocket with an empty 30-06 case, potassium permanganate, and magnesium powder. Son, why is there a big purple hole in the snow in the backyard??? More like a mortar round.....don't try that without a blast shield, boys.
 
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...or my 'cannon', made from 2' of 1/2" i.d. galvanized pipe loaded with 45 cal cast bullets, fueled with (way) too much FFFG, and ignited by an all-too-short firecracker fuse.

The title could be "How I Learned About Recoil", or "How to Make a Small Hole in the Garage Wall and a Big Hole in the House Wall Simultaneously", or even more to the point, "How Twelve Year Olds Can Generate a First Class Ass Whooping, in One Easy Lesson".
 
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Great story and I know exactly how the kid felt.

I remember my first and last molotov coctail. Who knew a mason jar of gas would make such a mess of the pasture? I'm still thanking God that the 15 or so neighbours who came to our aid to put out the fire were able to get it under control before it hit the neighbours ripe and dry wheat field.

Funny how things haven't changed much. Last summer buddy and I were in the back yard with beer, black powder and blowing stuff up.

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Still have a scar on my head - 3 stitches - from blowing up a bottle with homemade black powder. What a dumb idea it was - and what a great story it is nowSmiler

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