Bow and arrow+10 year oldl

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  1. savage170

    savage170 Member

    May 3, 2011
    That bow and arrow story

    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 SH*T! 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 Sh*t.

    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

    There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the
    pasture. Notice I said "was". That son-of-a-b*tch 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:


    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.
  2. Buckshot

    Buckshot Active Member

    May 5, 2009
    Southern AZ
  3. 68c15

    68c15 Well-Known Member

    Nov 22, 2011
    reminds me of my carb cleaner-shop rag stack-.22 incident from 25 years ago
  4. geds

    geds New Member

    Mar 27, 2011
    Now that's a fine yarn! :lmao2::lmao2::lmao2:
  5. Eddie N

    Eddie N New Member

    Apr 23, 2009
    Dang!! That one was as good as the lawnmower/electric fence story!!!:lmao2::lmao2::lmao2::lmao2::lmao2::lmao2::lmao2::lmao2::lmao2::lmao2:

  6. MSGT-R

    MSGT-R Active Member

    Feb 27, 2011
    :lmao2: That's a good one!
  7. carver

    carver Moderator

    Jul 28, 2008
    DAV, Deep in the Pineywoods of East Texas, just we
    Man! That story bring up a lot of memories! Not that I ever blew up a stump in the yard, or anything, but we did do some stupid stuff growing up! It's a wonder we made it!
  8. flintlock

    flintlock Well-Known Member

    Aug 14, 2007
    Upstate NY
    Every day needs a laugh like that one!

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