a funny : BOYS ARE ALWAYS INVENTIVE

[Squeezle]

You need to read this and be prepared to laugh out loud.

If you have never dealt with black powder or ether, you will not understand this.

Bow and arrows - Boys are always more inventive...

Don't know who wrote this but he has a way with words that makes one visualize being right there beside him. Good read.

Life as a child growing up in Oklahoma ...... 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 get stuck by an arrow.

Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor tire will take 6 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.

One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport

and see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid Ether. The light bulb went off in my head. 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 sorta dumped out on me. No biggie, a 1 lb. pyrodex and 16 oz Ether should make a loud pop,

kinda like a firecracker you know? You know what? Eff 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.... OH SHOOT! 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 shoot. 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 fricking 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 worm or two.. The daylight

turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE FRICKING DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE. There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into

the pasture. Notice I said "was". That sumbich 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 YOU'RE BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE.

DAMN IT 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 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. and Dad

screaming "Bring him back to life so I can kill him again". Thanks Mom. One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again,

Mom had been complaining about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business..

Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. 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. It's good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.

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Edited September 30, 2011 by Daniel

[Mike.357]

Funny stuff, hope it was true

[gnmwilliams]

Broken Arrow!

[BigK]

Sounds like something my brother-in-law would do and he's way older than 10.

[QuietDan]

If it's not true it ought to be!

[Murgatroy]

That was great.

I have half a mind to go get a can of ether and some black powder substitute...

[texfrazer]

That was great.

I have half a mind to go get a can of ether and some black powder substitute...

Me too! Can you say: Hey, watch this!

[hipower]

Wonderful!

[quietguy]

I haven't laughed that hard in years.

[ttocswob]

Brings back memories...

[bajabuc]

Let's make a mortar...my buddy in Lewistown Montana said that. I had the 2F Goex...he had the tailpipe, golfballs and firecrackers.

You put the tailpipe in the ground and screw it right down. you put the powder in the pipe and the golfball holding the firecracker by the fuse. When the fuse burns past the golfball the firecracker and golfball fall down the tailpipe. Boom! the golfball is outta sight.

Cool! Do it again!...Boom! Golfball is really making it...We did this for about half a can 70 grains at a time. More powder he said...bad mistake. The fuse was too fast...the golfball got stuck...PIECES!! Sharp metal pieces!! All over the yard...and sticking in the house siding. A large piece hit me in the back fortunately it was flat instead of pointy. My wife made me go home.

[QuietDan]

Let's make a mortar...my buddy in Lewistown Montana said that. I had the 2F Goex...he had the tailpipe, golfballs and firecrackers.

You put the tailpipe in the ground and screw it right down. you put the powder in the pipe and the golfball holding the firecracker by the fuse. When the fuse burns past the golfball the firecracker and golfball fall down the tailpipe. Boom! the golfball is outta sight.

Cool! Do it again!...Boom! Golfball is really making it...We did this for about half a can 70 grains at a time. More powder he said...bad mistake. The fuse was too fast...the golfball got stuck...PIECES!! Sharp metal pieces!! All over the yard...and sticking in the house siding. A large piece hit me in the back fortunately it was flat instead of pointy. My wife made me go home.

Wife!??

And HOW old were you when you did this????

[East_TN_Patriot]

It's probably a good thing that I didn't have an archery set or access to ether or black powder as a kid. That is totally something I would have done.

[Timestepper]

I read this to my wife who laughed hysterically. I didn't laugh. It hit a little too close to home....

[Guest pfries]

I read this to my wife who laughed hysterically. I didn't laugh. It hit a little too close to home....

Now that mad me laugh!