Originally Posted by ROYC75:
I was 10 yrs old, We would take the black cat's, open them up for the powder. We placed the powder inside one of those plastic eggs, not a small one, but a "BIG" one. We cut a needle hole on the end and stuck a fuse in it. Carefully we over filled the 2 ends and pushed them together, twisting and turning them until it was tightly packed. We took duct tape and taped it very tightly .
We took the "mini bomb " ( as we called it ) to the garden and I was elected to light it since I was the oldest and could run the fastest. OK, We expected a mini bomb but not really knowing what we had just made were excited but scared at the same time.
I lite the fuse and ran, we had a ditch that had a 3 foot drop in it, I headed right towards it and was going to slide right into it. It went off before I could get there ....... " BOOM "
That bitch peppered me with dirt, rocks, rattled the windows in my grandmothers old house and sent a small rock across the street to the church, that broke out a window.
Our families came out to see what had happened .......:-) Man dad, my uncles, all the moms, grandparents were pissed off . After explaining what we did , My uncle who worked at an artillery plant stated that we had made a 1/4 stick of dynamite after reviewing the hole in the garden.
I came here to post this story and then ran across this story. Either I'm good and beat myself to the punch or just getting old and forgot I've done posted this, or simply just forgot about it! [Reply]
Dad would take a 4" pipe 6' long, put 1 end in the dirt ( 12 - 18 " ) with the other end pointing towards the sky. He would take a baseball, light an M-80 's, drop it in the pipe with the ball on top of it! Boom, No we have a baseball that has a hot ass screaming into the sky with a bunch of 8 - 12 year old kids a half block away taking turns catching it. It was a game to play for points, kind of like how we played a game of 500 as kids on the ball field! [Reply]
Originally Posted by The Franchise:
Roman candle wars....
Yup. Fought in more than a few of those. Best one involved 13 of us duking it out around midnight on a beach. There may have been some alcohol involved. [Reply]
OMG least I smiled but my cousin when fireworks outlawed here. He went to light them and well lit all of them somehow. They turned back and well all went off. That tough guy was like help me. All of the family still reminds him. [Reply]
Catch sparrows and put a firecracker in their ass, light it then let them fly away. We’d pretend they were Japanese Kamikaze planes and act like shooting them out of the sky.
I quit doing stupid and cruel things like that several decades ago. [Reply]
Originally Posted by Hog Rider:
Catch sparrows and put a firecracker in their ass, light it then let them fly away. We’d pretend they were Japanese Kamikaze planes and act like shooting them out of the sky.
I quit doing stupid and cruel things like that several decades ago.
Originally Posted by bishop_74:
8 yrs old, we were using needle nose pliers to cut open Black Cats for the powder in to tin foil to make a "larger" black cat. Found one of the cut open pieces and figured, "Hey, I'll pretend I'm smoking a cigarette." Apparently we didn't get the gun powder out of this particular piece. Needless to say with the back end clamped shut with the pliers, I lit the bugger and within seconds heard this loud "BANG!" and my ears were ringing and lips were numb. I ran in to the bathroom and looked like a Tom and Jerry cartoon with a big black blast mark where it sat in my lips. Luckily no damage other than some burns. To this day I think through VERY carefully all of my plans.
Holy shit dude. And the Tom and Jerry part sent me to the floor. Hahaha…. You are damn lucky. That is some wildly stupid shit. [Reply]
Back in the day when I just started my land surveying career the engineering firm I worked for had contracts with rock mining companies. We did rock face quantity surveys for La Farge Cosgrove Ash Grove and Tobin Mines. Tobin had a mine behind Indian Springs Mall in KCK. Every July fourth they shut down the mining and blasting for 24 hours. The company would ask for volunteers to work the fourth time and a half and after 8 hours double time. I never passed that up.
We would go in at midnight on the 4th and have the mine to ourselves. It would take about 18 straight hours to locate the new mined face. When we came out for breakfast we would eat and go to a Fireworks tent set up by the mall. We would get an assortment of bottle rockets Roman candles fountains and black cats. A war would commence in total darkness. Quarry mines have no lighting other than the trucks and miner's lights. You can't see your hand in front of your face it is somewhat scary. You lose sense of direction and cant easily walk right into a stone support column or trip on large rocks. That didn't stop us as the glow of the punk gave your position away. After we were done we would put the light on the truck and our spotlight and the mine would be full or smoke. If the mine foreman had ever checked on us we would have been fired on the spot. Fun times! [Reply]
I watched the smartest man I ever knew blow the skin of his thumb in half with either a bottle rocket or a roman candle, can't remember which one it was. [Reply]
