My 6 year old brother got shot, and the round wasn’t even chambered. We found a stray, live .22 long rifle cartridge down by the creek. He just had to know what would happen if he built up a pile ot twigs, layed the cartridge on top, and set fire to it. I said no, but he insisted. Being 8 I wasn’t at a rank I could exert full operational command of the unit. I did insist we had to stand behind a tree until it went off. The fire fizzled, he stepped out to check on the situation, and “Bam”, it creased his thigh pretty good. We were in the middle of nowhere. I dragged him out onto the road and cinched my belt and t-shirt around the wound. Of all the goddamn luck the local bread route man happened upon us. He tossed us in the back and took us home. Ambulances, fire truck, cops, it was a real adventure. He about bled out.
Later on when interviewed we told the cops a car drove by and shot at us. It was a blue sedan, a Plymouth to be precise. I think every damned guy that owned a blue Plymouth in that town was probably hassled for weeks. And to this day, nearly 60 years later, we haven’t told a soul the real story. My father went to his grave not knowing.
Good times.
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That’s pretty stupid, for sure!
Same brother and I used to fill empty CO2 cartridges with match heads and set them at the end of a 6 foot pipe and light the match heads. We shot the cartridges in to the side of the barn that was about 50 yards away and was filled with hay. Yeah, you know how that ended. too far away for a fire department.
OK you two @c_stedman and @steviedee111 what’s wrong with you two? A couple of years ago I went to a 4th of July party after work with my fellow workmates and we sat around the fire after eating and the guys all told their stories of setting fire or blowing things up when they were kids. All of these guys either grew up in the country or spent time on their grandparents’ farm. Where are your fire stories?
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Yeah, same thing happened to a small mountain of straw bales the local landscape crew had dumped on a vacant lot down the street from us, for covering a seeding job. It was so big a few of us actually dug a cave at the base and hid out. A real cool fort. But dark. Cleared a dirt floor and lit a small fire for light. Evidently some embers remained after we left one day. We all agreed that was the neighborhood fire truck record for sure.
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At least you didn’t go to sleep in the cave. Man, I’m glad I never knew you!
Don’t even get me started on the time 6 of us piled drunk into a 4 seat Cessna and it ran out of fuel about 5,000 feet above a cornfield in Illinois…
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Damn, I wish I had been there!
the king claps his hands
“Bring on the next cohort of bootlicking toadies! I tire of the tongues of this group.”
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ah, the wingsuit fascination is explained
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do not, I implore you and others on this forum, ever google ‘loincloths’
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What are you, some kind of a jibe turnkey?
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It might not look pretty, but it’s probably well-oiled.
Rats jumping ship. Smart rats.
Congratulations, your post managed to get under my skin, even after I realized you were doing it on purpose.
“Intensive purposes” makes my skin crawl. Halloween is over, man.
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