jag1046 Posted February 22, 2011 Share Posted February 22, 2011 A story sent to me by a friend: When I was about 10 my dad got me one of those little compound bow beginnerkits. 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 old tire. 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... UH OH ! 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 bewildered 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. 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 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 DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE. There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I said "was". That thing 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. 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 185s 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Airpirate Posted February 22, 2011 Share Posted February 22, 2011 :lol::lol: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Micmac Posted February 22, 2011 Share Posted February 22, 2011 My brother and I used to go down to the town dump which was burning most of the time. We would toss various and sundry flammable items in to test their explosive characteristics. By far starting fluid was one of the best. We tossed a can in once and it had a delayed explosion. A guy pulled up to throw trash in the dump as it ignited, causing a huge fire ball towering above our heads. They guy said, "Fer fucks sakes boys, I ain't seen an explosion like that since D-Day" we acted surprised as to the origin of the explosion, got on our bikes and went home. Funny story Johnny. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joehoward Posted February 22, 2011 Share Posted February 22, 2011 Great story! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
335 Posted February 22, 2011 Share Posted February 22, 2011 that was a good one!!!LOL Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Al Diamond Posted February 23, 2011 Share Posted February 23, 2011 Great story Johnny... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AlbertaIndianChief Posted February 23, 2011 Share Posted February 23, 2011 It's good to read somethin' like that at the end of the day....... good story fer sure Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BONMYI Posted February 23, 2011 Share Posted February 23, 2011 Is that a Lil Johnny story ?? We useta shoot Archery as a kid, was never that creative !!! Dave Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChiefBluSky Posted February 23, 2011 Share Posted February 23, 2011 That was just too damn funny ! Thanks ! The worst I did was shoot a state bird through the neck at 11 years old... lived in fear that "the man" was going to find out and put me in jail ! I still don't own a compound bow as my recurved hasn't broken yet. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
secinv Posted February 23, 2011 Share Posted February 23, 2011 Loved archery when I was in school, but no interesting stories to share. I have though been thinking of purchasing a bow or even a cross bow, could be fun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vintageroger Posted February 23, 2011 Share Posted February 23, 2011 My brother and I used to go down to the town dump which was burning most of the time. We would toss various and sundry flammable items in to test their explosive characteristics. By far starting fluid was one of the best. We tossed a can in once and it had a delayed explosion. A guy pulled up to throw trash in the dump as it ignited, causing a huge fire ball towering above our heads. They guy said, "Fer fucks sakes boys, I ain't seen an explosion like that since D-Day" we acted surprised as to the origin of the explosion, got on our bikes and went home. Funny story Johnny. If we grew up togeather Pete, I know we would have been in trouble all the time. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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