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PostSubject: Re: Archery as a Child...   Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:24 pm

Hey Archie...............(do I really need to post that "it just went over your head" video again?)

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PostSubject: Re: Archery as a Child...   Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:49 pm

Sassy Kims wrote:
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass compound bow
beginner kits. ..........

Makes my tournament shooting seem very dull......... Neutral
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PostSubject: Re: Archery as a Child...   Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:49 pm

Sassy Kims wrote:
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass compound bow
beginner kits. ..........

Makes my tournament shooting seem very dull......... Neutral
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PostSubject: Re: Archery as a Child...   Mon Jun 25, 2012 7:50 pm

Yeah, my camp archery class, too Giggle

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PostSubject: Re: Archery as a Child...   Tue Jun 26, 2012 6:34 am

Sassy Kims wrote:
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).

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 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, so 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 SHOOT! 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 shoot. 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 COTTON PICKING
DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE.

There was a big sweet gum tree out by the gate going into the pasture.
Notice I said "was". That sucker 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 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 [censored] 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.

Crackingup Crackingup Crackingup Crackingup

It's shocking that we lived long enough to start a new generation. I swear, if I had raised you, I'd have been forced to lock you in the attic. Never mind...you'd have probably just blown the roof off, stepped off and broken something vital enough for a emergency room visit...that's if you survived blowing the roof off of course.

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PostSubject: Re: Archery as a Child...   Tue Jun 26, 2012 8:40 am

Reminds me of my brothers making M80's in the laundry room. They would light the fuse and set a garbage can on top, then record how far off the ground it went up in the air when the M80 went off.

Sadly, my dad was buying them the stuff to make them. Giggle Giggle Giggle

That went OK. The one big mistake was setting a pot of alcohol on the stove in the attempt to make it boil. I don't know why they wanted to do that. Pot explodes, flames shoot up the the ceiling, burning a nice black char into the paint and the sheetrock.

Mom never did get over that one. affraid
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