> This is just too damn funny not to share.....>>
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? 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... OH SHIT! 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 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 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 son-of-a-bitch 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. DAMNIT> 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 bitching 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.>>>> Author Unknown>
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? 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... OH SHIT! 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 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 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 son-of-a-bitch 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. DAMNIT> 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 bitching 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.>>>> Author Unknown>
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