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blue fluff 04-08-2011 11:27 AM

10 year old boy + bow n arrows + black powder + ether = ?
Who does this remind you of???

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.

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buck50 04-08-2011 11:35 AM


bullfrog 04-08-2011 11:43 AM

Dad screaming "Bring
him back to life so I can kill him again". Thanks Mom.

Holy crap.... LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!! That was hilarious!!!!!!

rockdog2112 04-08-2011 11:57 AM

I begged my dad to not write his account of that unfortunate day.

Ollie 04-08-2011 02:33 PM

Ok, that was good.

POLZIHUNTER 04-08-2011 03:10 PM

I never did anything like that! My dad never had a muzzleloader so we used smokeless powder!:D

My boy being 8 last summer I bought him a sligshot while we were on vacation .I made it a very solid point there was to be no broken glass of any sort and if there were it was his azz. So him being a chip of the old block I wasnt even very surprised or mad when he took out the rear glass of my camper shell right in front of me no less. :)

Ya gotta love little boys and the chit they get into!:D

longshot 04-08-2011 06:13 PM


my cheeks hurt from that one.

143777 04-08-2011 06:27 PM

Note to self; self, do not get my 13 year old son a bow.


bullfrog 04-08-2011 08:12 PM


Originally Posted by 143777 (Post 583142)
Note to self; self, do not get my 13 year old son a bow.


You wuss!!!! Wheres your sense of "adventure"?????:)

I'm thinkin a BCR birthday present is in order for your son:D:D:D

TEC800 04-08-2011 08:59 PM

LMAO! I just about shat myself! Is it wrong that I want to go try that now???

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