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:FlagAm: Subject: Archery, black powder, gasoline and a ten year old Oklahoma kid


I have to tell you.....I truly miss my childhood years.....a lot !!




If you don’t chuckle while reading this . . . .






Oklahoma Kid's first Bow and Arrow set.




Don’t know who wrote this but he has a way with words that makes


one visualize being right there beside him. Good read




Life as a child growing up in Oklahoma...




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 Farm all 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 XXX 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






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










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






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






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






Mom had been bitching about that thing for years and dad never


did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled






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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I learned to not shoot a 22 rifle into the lid of a can of yellow enamel paint, laying on it's side with the lid facing me, in much the same way.


No explosion but 65 years later there are places around the old home place that are still yellow.

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Ah, kind of reminds me of my misspent youth. One 4th of July I was at a buddy's house, his parents were away at the bar, as usual. We had laid in a supply of bottle rockets so we divvied them up between two teams and set to having a bottle rocket war in the pasture.


My buddy who lived there was on my team, well after a while we ran low on bottle rockets, so we slipped into the garage to re-arm. The best we could come up with was mini Molotov cocktails using baby food jars or some such.


We had great fun, but spent much of the rest of the evening making sure the fires were out, picking up glass, and tracking down his sisters horse who had jumped the fence.

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Kids?.........hell..............I ruined one of my good SASS shirts about two years ago having a bottle rocket war with my brother!


.....it hit......stuck.......and blew a nice hole in my shirt!



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