Found out sons been experimenting with my gun powder!

[ryan42]

Gun powder is locked up tight now.Its my fault I wasnt thinking.I always make it a point to keep the guns and ammo locked up I never give it a thought he would mess with the powder.He told on himself which he gets honest I used to do that to myself all the time.He said he poured some on the garage floor and smacked the pile with a hammer.He said when he hit it the hammer bounced back at him.Question Is he fibbing or would it really do that?Either way it wont happen again.

[howlnmad]

Unless he created a spark, all he's going to do is grind it up for you. And if he did it would only flash.

[aa1911]

my father called me over one time when I was growing up and pointed to a small pile/strip of gunpowder poured onto the back step; he lit it up and explained how it burned and why it worked inside of a case, etc and the difference between smokeless/BP.

I never messed with his powder, maybe because of that, but later on with my own stash as a teenager, I used to blow up everything! I cringe to think what would happen today if caught with some of the nonsense I used to create with my black powder usually.

Kinda like guns, show them what they always wanted to do anyway; mess with gunpowder! but in a controlled manner so nobody gets hurt or destroyed.

forbidden fruit I guess?

[ryan42]

He didnt get in a ton of trouble.I also locked it up because its to expensive to have it poured on the garage floor.

[soundguy]

Originally Posted by aa1911

my father called me over one time when I was growing up and pointed to a small pile/strip of gunpowder poured onto the back step; he lit it up and explained how it burned and why it worked inside of a case, etc and the difference between smokeless/BP.

I never messed with his powder, maybe because of that, but later on with my own stash as a teenager, I used to blow up everything! I cringe to think what would happen today if caught with some of the nonsense I used to create with my black powder usually.

Kinda like guns, show them what they always wanted to do anyway; mess with gunpowder! but in a controlled manner so nobody gets hurt or destroyed.

forbidden fruit I guess?

ditto.. as a younger kid I executed a few action figures and stuff.. but nothing much that I got caught for anyway.

[76Highboy]

I do not know about the hammer bouncing back for sure. IMO it would not bounce back if the powder ignited because the powder is not contained to build pressure. It is important to talk to your son about black powder, smokeless powder, and primers. Smokeless powder is packaged in a way that it eliminates the chance for static explosions. In another words if you put smokeless powder in a plastic sodapop bottle (some people make pop bottle bombs for kicks) and begin screwing the top onto the bottle, the powder can ignite due to static and explode in the hands of the person holding it. Powder manufacterers make powder containers specifically for powder. The threads on the plastic caps are very course so if the powder flakes get stuck in the grooves they don't become smashed and the plastic is anti-static. this is not so with sodapop bottles or any other plastic bottles. So, putting smokeless powder in a container other then what it comes in is very dangerous.

The burning characteristics of smokeless powder and gun powder are different then what people think. They are not to be played with. I would research the different powders on the market and teach all your kids about it.

Also, his curiosities are normal so it is a good thing for you to get him invilved and give him the knowledge he needs. Boys especially are curious but if you give him knowledge he will us it responsably.

[mjp28]

Originally Posted by howlnmad

Unless he created a spark, all he's going to do is grind it up for you. And if he did it would only flash.

Right....unless you move on to containers -or- other stuff.

Tell him a young kid, about 13 years old a street over from me was doing just that years back, he now has part of his thumb and little finger left on his right hand, no fingers.

Try to get a decent job, he ended up pumping gas.

I'd have a real direct talk, fool around again with that it might be 18 before you touch anything that goes boom again. Michael

[ryan42]

Originally Posted by mjp28

Right....unless you move on to containers -or- other stuff.

Tell him a young kid, about 13 years old a street over from me was doing just that years back, he now has part of his thumb and little finger left on his right hand, no fingers.

Try to get a decent job, he ended up pumping gas.

I'd have a real direct talk, fool around again with that it might be 18 before you touch anything that goes boom again. Michael

thanks for telling me michael

[68c15]

when I am done reloading all my powder gets locked up ever since my 10 year old autistic son filled a 30/30 case with ball powder and taped a .270 bullet to the end. I guess he was trying to copy me.
my oldest (14) has been shown what the stuff is and how it acts. he is smart now and doesn't play with it. he even helps me reload after his brother goes to bed.

when I was a kid I used to make a pile of grandpa's powder on the garage floor and stuff a wood match stick in a BB gun. then shoot the match stick at the base of the powder. BOOM!!! how stupid can a guy be??

[soundguy]

as long as it is open.. it pretty much just burns... not a big deal..

[76Highboy]

[QUOTE=68c15;1048805]when I am done reloading all my powder gets locked up ever since my 10 year old autistic son filled a 30/30 case with ball powder and taped a .270 bullet to the end. I guess he was trying to copy me.
my oldest (14) has been shown what the stuff is and how it acts. he is smart now and doesn't play with it. he even helps me reload after his brother goes to bed.

when I was a kid I used to make a pile of grandpa's powder on the garage floor and stuff a wood match stick in a BB gun. then shoot the match stick at the base of the powder. BOOM!!! how stupid can a guy be??[/QUOTE]

[carver]

Ryan, he knew that what he was doing was wrong, and in the excitement of the moment, he probably did think the hammer bounced back at him. I had no one to teach me these things, so we blew up, and burned up, a lot of stuff learning what modern powder, and Black Powder, would, and would not do! Today we would have been put in jail for making pipe bombs. Not to mention having made some really short shotguns! 50 years ago America was a different place!

[steve4102]

Sparks and gunpowder.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nm6PEdBcQ6s

[DeeDubya]

I experimented with gun powder in my younger days. Black powder is to be respected and treated as if it were dynamite. Even igniting black powder when poured out in an open space can cause severe burns as it flashes faster than you can move your hand. Smokeless powder is much more stable and will not detonate unless confined. It burns slowly in open space but with a very hot flame.
A couple buddies learned how to make black powder (so did I) and perfected it. They were packing it into a pipe and driving a wooden plug in one end to make a mini-cannon. It would explode and blow the plug out with a very loud report. One day when home by himself, Jim mixed up a new batch of powder, clamped the pipe in a vise to hold it, filled it with the new mixture, placed the plug in and wacked it with a large hammer to drive it in. The powder exploded on impact and with the weight of the hammer still on the plug it couldn't blow out and instead the pipe ruptured. He lost his index finger and most of his thumb on one hand. A large shrapnel of pipe entered his forearm and lodged by his elbow. He lost hearing in one ear. Unfortunately he was home alone in the country. In shock, he walked to his neighbor's house for help. Bad day in the chemistry lab for Jim.

[WHSmithIV]

I built a miniature cannon when I was a kid using about a 7 inch piece of steel pipe and a piece of lead pounded into a makeshift cannon ball - it actually worked too. Probably lucky I didn't blow my hand off.....

[soundguy]

i think as kids we all made some kind of improvised mortar or cannon, perhaps even a few that accidentally became improvised pipe bombs... the stuff most of us did decades ago would get ya put in jail nowadays..

[1 Eyed Jack]

I don't want to tell you how to raise your son, seems like you are doing just fine, BUT, boys WILL be boys, my advice is that some type of memorable lesson needs to be learned by him over this, you know your son best, and what that(if anything) should be, but it should be something related to the theme in general,

I started hunting with my Dad, Uncles and cousin's as soon as I was big enough to keep up and not hold them back, I actually got to start carrying a single shot .22 or shotgun while hunting tree rats and bunnie's when I was 8 or 9, at first I had to keep it unloaded, only allowed to load when an opportunity popped up, and I had to walk in a certain position with my Dad on the inside of me, and no one outside of me, by the end of my first season of carrying, one by one, these restrictions were lifted one at a time, the final one was being able to carry with one in the chamber, which helped me to get in more shooting than when I had to load first, half the time the critter was gone, or already shot before I could get ready,

The next season, I was allowed to graduate to repeating guns, a Stevens .22 pump(still have it), and a Winchester pump 20G, I had gotten a Rem Nylon 66(still have it) for Christmas, but not allowed to carry the semi-auto unless it was just me and Dad, until the following year, I was continually given more freedom as I earned it,

When I was 13, I woke up on the opening day of pheasant season, a big day in NE, 2nd only to opening day of the 9 day deer season, but something was wrong, it was almost 8am, normally by this time we would have had breakfast, lunch packed by Mom, been in the field at first light and made 1 or 2, 40-80 acre pushes with the dogs, so I got up got dressed and went into the kitchen and asked if we were going?, Dad says yea, but in a little while, so in a while he said lets go, loaded up the dogs, guns lunch etc and headed out, except we were going the wrong way? I asked Dad where we were going, he said gotta run an errand 1st, so we went "into town" as we called it, to the closest larger town of about 9K people a few miles up the highway, I'm thinking, this better be something important, we are missing some prime hunting hrs on opening morning, pheasants are cagey to start with, and after opening day they get REAL smart,

So we pull up to a gun store/gunsmith shop that we don't go to very often, used to buy our shells, supplies at Gibson's(not sure if the chain still exist's), kinda like a Walmart, only smaller, I figured Dad was getting some ammo or something, was already bummed and was just going to wait in the truck, he said to come in with him, so without being to enthusiastic I got out and went in with Dad, Dad went to the counter and was greeted by name by the 'smith, he said hold on a minute, goes in back and comes out with a gun box,

I'm still not sure why we are here, he opens the box a pulls out a Win Mod 1400 semi-auto 20g, very nice walnut and a vent rib, and removable chokes, something I had not seen yet, I though cool Dad got a new gun, usually I know about it before he buys it though, the 'smith takes a step my way and hands it to me and says, how's it feel?, I shouldered it, it came up nice with the rib on it, and felt good in general, I said it feels nice, then handed it to Dad and said, NOW can we go?? he says yea, the 'smith puts the 20g into a zip up padded case and lays it on the counter,

Dad writes him a check, the 'smith grabs a premium box of pheasant shells and says here, these are on me, and handed them to me, I said thank you, I hope to use them today, I looked at Dad and said can we go now?, he said sure, I turned for the door, Dad says, hey, don't you even want to carry your new shotgun to the truck? I'ts MINE?? I said, Dad and the 'smith got a good laugh out of it, Dad already had the 12g version of the mod 1400 so I was thinking he was just getting the 20 to match and use for quail, I was real happy, and felt stupid for not catching on to what was going on, so now I get to hunt side by side with Dad, with the same model of gun and everything, I was pumped, we left, and I found out we were going a few more miles to a known pheasant rich area, and not hunting with Uncles and cousins as usual, instead I was going to get to go with Dad and his army buddy hunting group, guys that he had not only served with, but also grown up with them, I'm in the big leagues now,

(This has gotten longer than I had intended but I'm getting to the point)

So we head out to a field of corn that was partially picked, got our line up set, I was on the end, next to Dad where I was supposed to be, we start the push, watching the dogs, I'm still halfway checking out my new shotgun, making sure I can operate the safety and get my finger into the trigger guard ok with heavy gloves on(it was VERY cold that day), a little more walking, waiting for the dogs to set up a point,

One of MY rules from Dad, was the safety is ALWAYS on, 2nd was your finger NEVER goes inside the trigger guard UNTIL you are ready to fire, apparently while I had been checking the safety/heavy glove functionality I neglected to put the safety back on, one of the dogs locks up on a point, another moves in behind for the classic backup point, showing respect for the first dog that set up the point, then it happened, I was positioning myself for a good shooting angle/lane in case a bird came through my shooting area, I stuck my finger in the trigger guard with the heavy glove on, trying to get a feel before I took the safety off, and....BANG, A.D., up in the air and opposite direction of all the other hunters, this triggered a couple spurts of flushes, 4 of 5 roosters flushed were downed, none came my way, birds were gathered by the dogs, a minute or 2 were spent to give me a hard time and be laughed at by Dad's friends that had known me all of my life,

Dad asked me what happened, I told him, he didn't make a big deal about it, he said unload your gun and carry it unloaded until I tell you otherwise, to wrap this up, I carried the whole rest of the day unloaded, cover a few miles and several different fields, my game bag kept getting heavier and heavier, with a short break for field lunch and hot coffee, finshed the day in that fashion, got home tired, embarrassed, and the final humiliation, I got to clean Dad's birds, and 2 more other guys shot as part of my limit, Dad's buddy's teased me about that for years, and I remember it like it was yesterday, though it was nearly 40 yrs ago,

To date, that was my only AD, luckily no one was hurt, Dad drove the point home that there was a price to be paid for not following his instructions when it came to guns, I'll never forget carrying my brand new shotgun, empty, all day, with birds flying by me in easy range, and the teasing that came with it.

A long way to get to my point I guess, but I never forgot it, the humiliation of carrying an empty gun all day while hunting with hunters I respected and felt lucky just to be there when the hunt started,

The point I am trying to make I guess, is the punishment was directly connected to the mistake I made, it really drove it home,

Hopefully you can think of something fitting, IF you think it's warranted, not something like "no video games for a week" or whatever, you know him best, I know he has a good bit of firearms experience, as such, that knowledge of what firearm components are capable of, makes this a little different than just "some kid" not really knowing the possible resulting damage could have occurred, with HIS safety in mind, I think some kind of attention getter, with a little teeth in it, would be warranted, your call Dad,

[soundguy]

wow.. I'd say there were some pretty holier than thou people at that hunt.

An accident that causes no injury is a great one. you can learn form it without being humiiated and teased about it for years.

Glad my group of friends I shoot with aren't a-holes!

thank kind of harassment teasing it what can lead to pushing someone to be an outsider / loner. we see what heppens to loners. they grow up and walk into a school and shoot people.

that was a 100% 'OOPS' situation with no harm done. ( could have been worse.. YES.. but wasn't ). You don't get a ticket for 'almost speeding'....

just my opinion.. etc..

soundguy

[1 Eyed Jack]

I didn't take it as anything more than being taught a lesson, those were the days before "everyone get a trophy just because you were on the team", skin was a thicker in those days I think, I didn't lose any respect for anyone there, in fact, because of one those a-holes generosity, I have a heavy bbl Win mod 75, a real tac driver, and I cherish it as much as I do the guns that were my Dad's, simply because it came from someone I respected and looked up to as a kid, he had lost his left arm below the elbow, and wore a traditional hook prosthetic, didn't slow him down one bit, he could hunt and fish with the best of them, and was probably the best shot I have ever known, without a rest, he would just lay the gun across what was left of his left forearm and blaze away, and could clean rabbit's to deer faster and cleaner than anyone I've ever seen, also was a hell of a cook, and made the best game jerky and sausage there was, I think of him every time I handle the mod 75, shortly after this AD I lost my right eye, he was one of the main people that understoood the mental part of losing a body part and helped me to get past the mental part of being self concious etc., he also help me learn to shoot lefthanded, I am right handed, and had already been shooting righthanded, with my right/dominate eye for almost 10 years,

I still shoot a bow righthanded though, with a recurve it's educated guessing, 20 yrds is about the end of my comfort range, a friend helped me machine a mount that would extend a fiber optic sight for a righthand compound that would stick out far enough to the left so it could be used with my left eye, while shooting righthanded, after getting used to the somewhat wierd angles involved, sighting wise, I'm comfortable, ethic's wise, taking shots out to 40 yrds at deer, anything more and some guessing comes into play, have never had to make that decision, the 2 deer I have taken with a bow have both been under 25 yrds,

[aa1911]

reminds me of my hunting 'oops' growing up. we were turkey hunting, and had split up so I was alone sitting with my back against a tree. A legal bird started coming into sight and I readied the shotgun (which I had not used very much) before he got within range, he turned and went into some thicker stuff just outta sight. A minute later, I saw what I thought was him and fired two rounds.

Walked up and realized I had shot at a piece of black plastic bag that was blowing in the breeze, turkey was long gone. My dad showed up about the time I made my discovery and although he didn't do much, the dissapointment from him was enough to make that stick. Nobody was hurt, wasn't really all that big of a deal but enough to teach a young kid a lesson, to always know exactly what your shooting at beyond a shadow of a doubt (or a random piece of trash)

[Fatstrat]

When I was a teenager a Neighbor boy's dad did some reloading. And us kids "experimented" making small bombs out of some of his powder. It's a wonder we didn't kill ourselves. Boys will be boys IMO. Lock the stuff up.

[BlackEagle]

Siimilar thing happened to a kid in my high school class to what mjp related. This kid was taking shotgun shells apart, combining the powder intocontainers of some sort. I'm not sure what he was doing with the shot. He had containers filled with powder and one exploded. It blew out part of the basement wall and put him in hospital for about a long time. The police bomb squad came to dispose of the remaining "bombs". When he returned to school he had a thumb and little finger on one hand and scars on his face that will stick with him the rest of his life.

[ryan42]

Originally Posted by 1 Eyed Jack

I don't want to tell you how to raise your son, seems like you are doing just fine, BUT, boys WILL be boys, my advice is that some type of memorable lesson needs to be learned by him over this, you know your son best, and what that(if anything) should be, but it should be something related to the theme in general,

I started hunting with my Dad, Uncles and cousin's as soon as I was big enough to keep up and not hold them back, I actually got to start carrying a single shot .22 or shotgun while hunting tree rats and bunnie's when I was 8 or 9, at first I had to keep it unloaded, only allowed to load when an opportunity popped up, and I had to walk in a certain position with my Dad on the inside of me, and no one outside of me, by the end of my first season of carrying, one by one, these restrictions were lifted one at a time, the final one was being able to carry with one in the chamber, which helped me to get in more shooting than when I had to load first, half the time the critter was gone, or already shot before I could get ready,

The next season, I was allowed to graduate to repeating guns, a Stevens .22 pump(still have it), and a Winchester pump 20G, I had gotten a Rem Nylon 66(still have it) for Christmas, but not allowed to carry the semi-auto unless it was just me and Dad, until the following year, I was continually given more freedom as I earned it,

When I was 13, I woke up on the opening day of pheasant season, a big day in NE, 2nd only to opening day of the 9 day deer season, but something was wrong, it was almost 8am, normally by this time we would have had breakfast, lunch packed by Mom, been in the field at first light and made 1 or 2, 40-80 acre pushes with the dogs, so I got up got dressed and went into the kitchen and asked if we were going?, Dad says yea, but in a little while, so in a while he said lets go, loaded up the dogs, guns lunch etc and headed out, except we were going the wrong way? I asked Dad where we were going, he said gotta run an errand 1st, so we went "into town" as we called it, to the closest larger town of about 9K people a few miles up the highway, I'm thinking, this better be something important, we are missing some prime hunting hrs on opening morning, pheasants are cagey to start with, and after opening day they get REAL smart,

So we pull up to a gun store/gunsmith shop that we don't go to very often, used to buy our shells, supplies at Gibson's(not sure if the chain still exist's), kinda like a Walmart, only smaller, I figured Dad was getting some ammo or something, was already bummed and was just going to wait in the truck, he said to come in with him, so without being to enthusiastic I got out and went in with Dad, Dad went to the counter and was greeted by name by the 'smith, he said hold on a minute, goes in back and comes out with a gun box,

I'm still not sure why we are here, he opens the box a pulls out a Win Mod 1400 semi-auto 20g, very nice walnut and a vent rib, and removable chokes, something I had not seen yet, I though cool Dad got a new gun, usually I know about it before he buys it though, the 'smith takes a step my way and hands it to me and says, how's it feel?, I shouldered it, it came up nice with the rib on it, and felt good in general, I said it feels nice, then handed it to Dad and said, NOW can we go?? he says yea, the 'smith puts the 20g into a zip up padded case and lays it on the counter,

Dad writes him a check, the 'smith grabs a premium box of pheasant shells and says here, these are on me, and handed them to me, I said thank you, I hope to use them today, I looked at Dad and said can we go now?, he said sure, I turned for the door, Dad says, hey, don't you even want to carry your new shotgun to the truck? I'ts MINE?? I said, Dad and the 'smith got a good laugh out of it, Dad already had the 12g version of the mod 1400 so I was thinking he was just getting the 20 to match and use for quail, I was real happy, and felt stupid for not catching on to what was going on, so now I get to hunt side by side with Dad, with the same model of gun and everything, I was pumped, we left, and I found out we were going a few more miles to a known pheasant rich area, and not hunting with Uncles and cousins as usual, instead I was going to get to go with Dad and his army buddy hunting group, guys that he had not only served with, but also grown up with them, I'm in the big leagues now,

(This has gotten longer than I had intended but I'm getting to the point)

So we head out to a field of corn that was partially picked, got our line up set, I was on the end, next to Dad where I was supposed to be, we start the push, watching the dogs, I'm still halfway checking out my new shotgun, making sure I can operate the safety and get my finger into the trigger guard ok with heavy gloves on(it was VERY cold that day), a little more walking, waiting for the dogs to set up a point,

One of MY rules from Dad, was the safety is ALWAYS on, 2nd was your finger NEVER goes inside the trigger guard UNTIL you are ready to fire, apparently while I had been checking the safety/heavy glove functionality I neglected to put the safety back on, one of the dogs locks up on a point, another moves in behind for the classic backup point, showing respect for the first dog that set up the point, then it happened, I was positioning myself for a good shooting angle/lane in case a bird came through my shooting area, I stuck my finger in the trigger guard with the heavy glove on, trying to get a feel before I took the safety off, and....BANG, A.D., up in the air and opposite direction of all the other hunters, this triggered a couple spurts of flushes, 4 of 5 roosters flushed were downed, none came my way, birds were gathered by the dogs, a minute or 2 were spent to give me a hard time and be laughed at by Dad's friends that had known me all of my life,

Dad asked me what happened, I told him, he didn't make a big deal about it, he said unload your gun and carry it unloaded until I tell you otherwise, to wrap this up, I carried the whole rest of the day unloaded, cover a few miles and several different fields, my game bag kept getting heavier and heavier, with a short break for field lunch and hot coffee, finshed the day in that fashion, got home tired, embarrassed, and the final humiliation, I got to clean Dad's birds, and 2 more other guys shot as part of my limit, Dad's buddy's teased me about that for years, and I remember it like it was yesterday, though it was nearly 40 yrs ago,

To date, that was my only AD, luckily no one was hurt, Dad drove the point home that there was a price to be paid for not following his instructions when it came to guns, I'll never forget carrying my brand new shotgun, empty, all day, with birds flying by me in easy range, and the teasing that came with it.

A long way to get to my point I guess, but I never forgot it, the humiliation of carrying an empty gun all day while hunting with hunters I respected and felt lucky just to be there when the hunt started,

The point I am trying to make I guess, is the punishment was directly connected to the mistake I made, it really drove it home,

Hopefully you can think of something fitting, IF you think it's warranted, not something like "no video games for a week" or whatever, you know him best, I know he has a good bit of firearms experience, as such, that knowledge of what firearm components are capable of, makes this a little different than just "some kid" not really knowing the possible resulting damage could have occurred, with HIS safety in mind, I think some kind of attention getter, with a little teeth in it, would be warranted, your call Dad,

Im truly honored by you sharing that story as im sure you dont share that with just anyone and it took you awhile to tell it and im glad you did.I understand completely you were a lucky kid to have him as your father.Now I just have to find a way to measure up to your dads brilliance. Thanks a bunch.Ill let you know what I come up with.

[ryan42]

Originally Posted by 1 Eyed Jack

I didn't take it as anything more than being taught a lesson, those were the days before "everyone get a trophy just because you were on the team", skin was a thicker in those days I think, I didn't lose any respect for anyone there, in fact, because of one those a-holes generosity, I have a heavy bbl Win mod 75, a real tac driver, and I cherish it as much as I do the guns that were my Dad's, simply because it came from someone I respected and looked up to as a kid, he had lost his left arm below the elbow, and wore a traditional hook prosthetic, didn't slow him down one bit, he could hunt and fish with the best of them, and was probably the best shot I have ever known, without a rest, he would just lay the gun across what was left of his left forearm and blaze away, and could clean rabbit's to deer faster and cleaner than anyone I've ever seen, also was a hell of a cook, and made the best game jerky and sausage there was, I think of him every time I handle the mod 75, shortly after this AD I lost my right eye, he was one of the main people that understoood the mental part of losing a body part and helped me to get past the mental part of being self concious etc., he also help me learn to shoot lefthanded, I am right handed, and had already been shooting righthanded, with my right/dominate eye for almost 10 years,

I still shoot a bow righthanded though, with a recurve it's educated guessing, 20 yrds is about the end of my comfort range, a friend helped me machine a mount that would extend a fiber optic sight for a righthand compound that would stick out far enough to the left so it could be used with my left eye, while shooting righthanded, after getting used to the somewhat wierd angles involved, sighting wise, I'm comfortable, ethic's wise, taking shots out to 40 yrds at deer, anything more and some guessing comes into play, have never had to make that decision, the 2 deer I have taken with a bow have both been under 25 yrds,

I am right handed but I shoot left always have.Right handed just doesnt feel right.Theres something to be said for an impairment.Im disabled because of my spine.I cant do alot of sport stuff with my kids because of it but s phsycologist told me there was pride in humility.I didnt know what the hell he was talking about and then he said where you dont get to do alot of physical things with your kids but you can spend alot of quality time with them since your home all the time with them and can play a bigger role in there lives when otherwise you would be out working.This was before we got into shooting and reloading.I was trying to find a hobby we could do together when decided shooting was it.Ive only been shooting and reloading for one year.Last december we didnt have any guns and now I got 6.

To tell you how engrossed in your story I was I burnt supper.No biggy just to frozen pizzas Ill just throw 2 more in.

[mjp28]

Originally Posted by ryan42

Im truly honored by you sharing that story as im sure you dont share that with just anyone and it took you awhile to tell it and im glad you did.I understand completely you were a lucky kid to have him as your father.Now I just have to find a way to measure up to your dads brilliance. Thanks a bunch.Ill let you know what I come up with.

Hey I think of all the stunts and stupid stuff we did as kids and got away with it....well I did get two broken arms, bike on a baseball infield and the other on a tarzan swing.

Kids will be kids but nothing that a chat and patience won't cure. Just an honest chat and some dad's caring might do the trick.