Boys will be Boys

[skeet]

Originally Posted by GoodOlBoy

Boys will be Boys


So, I went back into the house
and got a 1 pound can of dads muzzleloader pyrodex . 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 sorta dumped out on me.
No biggie... 1lb pyrodex and 16oz ether should make a loud
pop, kinda like a firecracker you know? You know what? Heck
with 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 15ft and
lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock to my cheek and let
fly. As I released I heard a swish 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 CRAP he just got home
from work. So help me God 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 WTF 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. Hell. 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 reflex jerk back from 235 MF'n 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 1ft above the
ground as far as I could see.

. 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 DAMIT CEASE FIRE!!!!!




GoodOlBoy

Hahahahahahahahahaha

reminds me of the crude nitro my cousin and I made. His father was a chemistry teacher. We had access to all sorts of stuff. Nytric acid. Sulfuric acid Glycerine. made up some concoction. We tried setting some off with fire

NOTHING!!!!??? Did I say he was a bit older than me and supposedly smarter??
We were both dumber than sticks...but as GOB said .... Boys...well we tired of messing with the stuff. What to do with it?? Well we just couldn't throw it out..so we took the bottle and put it in an old outhouse behind the barn.. Only 3 or 4 ounces left any way. Well being kinda hot summer day time of the year bout 2 hours later..his father had us workin in the garden..him too of course. All of a sudden there was a big ol explosion. an OHMIGOD...There was stuff flyin every where. Little tiny bits of wood dirt grass. That ol outhouse wasn't nothin but toofpicks. As GOB said after him tryin to kill us repeatedly...my cousin then me then him again..well you get the picture... Unk actually sold us into bondage(I know about slavery first hand)to the farmer accross the road. We picked gherkin pickles one day and cantaloupes the next. This slavery went on for most of a week...till I got to go home....to an even worse existence. Being a boy sure was hard werk!!