a ten year old's lesson

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this was posted on another forum. I laughed so hard, I had tears...enjoy

by Derek

Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our place sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor tire will take 6 rounds before it goes down?

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 wasn't any fire danger. I'll put it this way -a set of post hole diggers and a 3ft. hole and you had yourself a well.

Anyway, one summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I look over under the carport and see 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 it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner. .. Let's 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) to add to the excitement.

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? 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 2-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... 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 that 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.

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 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. 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 mother got up and ran off.

So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my Thunder cats T-shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback â€" ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOUR BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE!! 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 2000ft over our backyard. There is a Honda 185s 3 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 this 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 muzzleloaders a week or so later. And I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality either from the blast or the beating. Or both.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery...Its good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life. Something they won't learn in school.
:lol2: :lol2: :lol2: :clap: :clap: :clap:

I will NOT NOT NOT read that one to my son because he will try it himself and drag his best friend into it and who knows what will be blown up. :nod:
:lol: :lol: :lol: very funny....sounds very like a story, Me and my two brothers, and two of their friends did with a big box of fireworks and a scaffolding pole. there was enough gunpowder to ram that 3ft of pole. least to say we were all grounded for a month.
A friend of mine needed to get rid of a beaver dam, so he called this guy that would blow them up. The guy said he quit doing it because of the red tape after 911 to get explosives. He ended up wedging a half full 5 gal propane bottle in the dam and shot it with a rifile from 200 yds away. It worked, and he was ok, but said he wished he was farther away. The explosion was more than he expected.
He and that kid are probably related.
Was cleaning out a old shed one time had a big fire going (most of the stuff was pure junk)12 year old nephew threw 5lb can of pyrodex in fire and ran (didn't tell us) about blew the shed down with us in it.He said he didn't know what was in it but was laughing to hard.His dad was going to wear him out till I reminded him of our youthful ways.
All this sounds like some of my stunts, i was one bad little boy. :nod:
Sounds like me and a buddy of mine about that age. We made "rockets" out of 1/2" pipe using home made black powder as a propellant. Took out about 50 windows at the school one time when the propellant got mixed a little too hot.

The city had a mysterious plague of 12" long pipes sticking through roof tops and cars for a while back in the early 50's. I have no idea how we (or others) kept from getting killed.
Who me, well lets see, not real sure about being bad, maybe just a little tiny bit .
As Ms. Fanny Lee Smith told me in Sunday School Class,(i was 7 years old) Curtis you sure are a sweet little boy.
She just didn't know that i had hid her false teeth. :banana: :lol: :lol: :lol:
This sounds too much like my son. :lol2: :lol2: :lol2: :lol2:
I will have to remind him of his youth once he has children otherwise he'll beat the tar outta 'em. Lord help 'em....and me. :)
curtis":1td91pw0 said:
Who me, well lets see, not real sure about being bad, maybe just a little tiny bit .
As Ms. Fanny Lee Smith told me in Sunday School Class,(i was 7 years old) Curtis you sure are a sweet little boy. She just didn't know that i had hid her false teeth. :banana: :lol: :lol: :lol:
Sunday school teacher predicted the firey place for me at a young age. :devil2:

She just didn't understand. I was not really bad. just somewhat "unconventional". :?
But from the limited information concerning dentures, it appears that Curtis was out and out bad. :roll:

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