Post by HEXE- TINA on Oct 18, 2011 9:55:11 GMT -5
> Boys will be boys.
>
> 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
> saw a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (Ether). A 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 controlled manner once
> pierced by my arrow. Let’s face it, to a 10 yr old mouth-breather like
> myself, (Ether) really doesn't "sound" all that flammable.
>
> So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of pyrodex (black
> powder for muzzle loader rifles). My intention was 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 what? I'm going back in the house
> for the other can. Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it
> out on the stump too. Now I’m 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 his truck... He just got home from work. OH SHOOT!
>
> 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 wow!!!
>
> 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 my reflex
> jerk 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 a low fog layer full of
> grasshoppers, spiders, and worms.
>
> 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 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 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 again, woke up 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 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. You gotta give me credit for stepping up to the
> plate and taking care of 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. But
> only under close supervision. It will teach you parental responsibility.
>
> 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
> saw a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (Ether). A 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 controlled manner once
> pierced by my arrow. Let’s face it, to a 10 yr old mouth-breather like
> myself, (Ether) really doesn't "sound" all that flammable.
>
> So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of pyrodex (black
> powder for muzzle loader rifles). My intention was 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 what? I'm going back in the house
> for the other can. Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it
> out on the stump too. Now I’m 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 his truck... He just got home from work. OH SHOOT!
>
> 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 wow!!!
>
> 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 my reflex
> jerk 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 a low fog layer full of
> grasshoppers, spiders, and worms.
>
> 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 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 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 again, woke up 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 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. You gotta give me credit for stepping up to the
> plate and taking care of 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. But
> only under close supervision. It will teach you parental responsibility.
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Her new sweater was ruined too 