Primitive Archer
Main Discussion Area => Around the Campfire => Topic started by: ncpat on July 03, 2013, 06:04:32 pm
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What is the dumbest thing you ever did with your bow? I shot an arrow into the hood of an MG when I was 13. My brother's best friend's car. Only time he ever got mad with me but he got over it in a day or 2. I learned then not to flight shoot toward the house. It was my kiddie bow & I didn't think it would shoot that far. Went about 75 yards & stuck the hood, pretty as you please.
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Lol that's funny I'd say dumbest thing I ever done was we had an above ground pool I had my target about ten yards in front of it my arrow went through the target and into the pool and out goes all the water lol
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I've shot a 3-D tournament in a lightning storm when I was a teenager. I was using wheels at the time.
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Archery tag with target arrows(not field points, but those little bullet-point things that are blunt and don't hurt much if shot from weak bow) and 40-50# wheelie bows.
Do you mean archery related? Cause if not, I have some really stupid stuff.
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When I was about 8-9 I shot a cargo plane that was flying low. At the same age we also used to play a game that was real dumb. We would stand under the thick canopy of Live Oaks while someone shot an arrow straight up through the leaves, when you couldn't see it anymore then you had to find a good, overhead limb to stand under before it came back down. At the time everybody thought it was cool if it stuck in the ground close to you ::) I don't ever remember it sticking in a limb.
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Archery tag with target arrows(not field points, but those little bullet-point things that are blunt and don't hurt much if shot from weak bow) and 40-50# wheelie bows.
Do you mean archery related? Cause if not, I have some really stupid stuff.
Oh, yea, those rubber blunts do hurt. I got 5 stitches in the base of my thumb when I didn't catch the arrow right during a Karate cookout after a few brews. ;D
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Stuck an arrow into my kneecap, Young Frankenstein style.
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When I was about 8-9 I shot a cargo plane that was flying low. At the same age we also used to play a game that was real dumb. We would stand under the thick canopy of Live Oaks while someone shot an arrow straight up through the leaves, when you couldn't see it anymore then you had to find a good, overhead limb to stand under before it came back down. At the time everybody thought it was cool if it stuck in the ground close to you ::) I don't ever remember it sticking in a limb.
you mean playing arrow roulette? cause its really fun if you put a foam tip on the arrow, and make sure its a light(I like to use carbons). Its actually fairly safe if you have foam tips and light arrows. BTW a light foam tipped arrow won't penetrate or mark medium thickness cardboard discharged from a # 20 selfbow @10 yards.
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Archery tag with target arrows(not field points, but those little bullet-point things that are blunt and don't hurt much if shot from weak bow) and 40-50# wheelie bows.
Do you mean archery related? Cause if not, I have some really stupid stuff.
Oh, yea, those rubber blunts do hurt. I got 5 stitches in the base of my thumb when I didn't catch the arrow right during a Karate cookout after a few brews. ;D
I mean steel like these-
http://www.3riversarchery.com/Blunt+Force+Trauma+Small+Game+Blunt+125gr+%283pk%29_i3212X_baseitem.html
These, but with a sleeve glued over POC arrows.
It was stupid, but nobody ever got hit.
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Archery tag with target arrows(not field points, but those little bullet-point things that are blunt and don't hurt much if shot from weak bow) and 40-50# wheelie bows.
Do you mean archery related? Cause if not, I have some really stupid stuff.
Nope don't believe that if you're talking about the metal bullet points I've killed rabbits with a 20 pound bow with those goes straight through and your saying shooting people with 45-50 pounds bows With those ? Don't think so
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When I was maybe 10 years old I was shooting bow at my grade school. I aimed to put an arrow through the hand rings on the jungle gym. I did it but it richocheted into a school window about 4 foot by 8 foot and put a hole right in it.
Then 50 years later I was getting ready to turkey hunt and in the darkness I strung my short selfbow backward. Seemed weird so unstrung it and re strung it proper and has been ok since!!
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It seems like only yesterday I let a kid shoot at me with a aluminium arrow with a PVC longbow i made her. Oh wait it was yesterday :laugh:
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I made a real nice shot on a pigskin that the older neighbor boy left out in our yard ;D
My step father (archery mentor) made me replace it with a Mark Herman autographed football that I got when he played for Purdue :'(
Right is right, lesson learned.
Tracy
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When I'm alone I sometimes shoot a POC anti-fletch(spiral) with a 357mag casing point into the air and catch it before it hits the ground. Shhhh it's a secret I keep from my kids. :o
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Probably the stupidest thing I've ever done with a bow was pack an carbon shaft full of a binary explosive compound and shot it at a wall.... It was pretty awesome other than standing a little to close and catching a bunch of carbon arrow slivers in my hands and face.
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I better not answer this one !
there is dumb, and there is plumb dumb, and then there was me as a youngen !!!
Oh and then there was the neighbor kid , he was what we called rich and dumb !!
Talked him into taping broken arrows back together , tape fixes everything you know !!!
Only arrow I ever saw him hit anything with !!
The arrow looked like it was pregnant with all the tape he had on it , this boat tailed grackle lands about twenty yards out so I say go for it! (since he has never hit anything yet )
He drills it , so know this squawking bird is flapping all around the yard with a pregnant arrow sticking out of it ! Moms start coming out of houses to see what the roucus is all about , the rest of his store bought arrows got broke real quick , on our backsides!!!!
Ceder shards were fling everywhere that day !! It took three days for all the shards to fester their way out !
Moral of the story hickory shoots are way safer than them store bought ceder shafts any day ! >:D :laugh: :laugh:!
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Ok, so there was this time me and Wayne ( I got a lot of "me and Wayne" stories ) were in my backyard with my effingglass bow and a couple of yet-to-be busted arrows. I held up a cardboard box and told him to step up really close and shoot right thru box. He proceeded to crank 'er back and let fly...right into the back of my left hand. I hollered, screamed, writhed on the ground, got up, chased him all the way to his house, called him every name in the book several times over.
It hurt like the dickens....for days. Weeks later it still hurt like bloody hell to make a fist, and Lord help me if I bumped the hand! Finally one night at dinner, my mother asks me why I have this band-aid on my hand. Thinking fast, not wanting to lose my bow and arrows, I told her I was throwing my pocket knife at the cottonwood tree trying to make it stick and how it bounced back and cut me. She immediately confiscated the knife*. About 3 months after the wounding, it was finally starting to heal and I bumped it again. It burst open and something was sticking out. Kinda looked like part of a fingernail clipping. I pulled it out, examined it, and discarded it. About a week later the wound closed and eventually healed up.
Many years later I badly sprained that wrist and had an Xray. The doctor proceeded to ask who the hack-handed butcher of a doctor set the bones in my left hand when I broke it. I proceeded to tell him he was fulla that which the male uncut bovine produces, I had never in my life broken a bone. Well, the Xray proves that the bone between wrist and pinkie had been shattered.
Yeah, no wonder it hurt like hell and took forever to heal, eventually bone chips worked their way out and it healed up!
Don't tell my Mom, she might be 80 yrs old, but she'll beat my butt until I can't sit.
*I carried two pocket knives, one crappy thing with one of the scales missing on one side and a really neat one that my step grandfather bought for me and I kept secret. You see, my mother's favorite punishment other than beatings was to confiscate my pocket knife. I'd surrender the dull, rusty piece of crap handed down from my brother but hang on to the good one in my left pocket!!!
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When I'm alone I sometimes shoot a POC anti-fletch(spiral) with a 357mag casing point into the air and catch it before it hits the ground. Shhhh it's a secret I keep from my kids. :o
I did that too, a lot as a teen. I was pretty good at catching them. I used cheapie target arrows. I could not even think of doing that today, as my reflexes are much slower and my hands are stiff with trigger finger.
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Archery tag with target arrows(not field points, but those little bullet-point things that are blunt and don't hurt much if shot from weak bow) and 40-50# wheelie bows.
Do you mean archery related? Cause if not, I have some really stupid stuff.
Nope don't believe that if you're talking about the metal bullet points I've killed rabbits with a 20 pound bow with those goes straight through and your saying shooting people with 45-50 pounds bows With those ? Don't think so
We wore armour... steel helm, chestplate, backplate, greaves, heavy jeans, and a jacket. Plus our 45-50# bows sucked.
I dunno if you and I am on the same page- I mean those little BLUNT bullet-shaped points... Extruded steel, weigh less than a gram. If I can find some Ill post them
Sort of like these- http://www.3riversarchery.com/5%2F16+O.D.+Steel+Point+100+pk_i1400X_baseitem.html
but much blunter.
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Well it wasn't exactly me but I participated ::) suppose I was nine at the time, me and my brothers decided to take the giant dart from a broken nerf gun and wrap it with duct tape onto the end of an arrow. Being the youngest I got to be the test subject dispite it being my bow (20# wheelie) I'm standing about 40 yards away realizing this is a bad Idea I'm running back and forth not wanting to get hit. Looking back on it now it's amazing the luck God imparted upon my brother that day I don't believe he had shot that bow more than ten times, yet he managed to hit a moving target from 40 yards away squarely in the neck. Needless to say it hurt and knocked the breath out me and left me gagging on the ground for a minute :'(
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Maybe not dumb, but gut wrenching,, slammed my osage bow my truck door, left two little dents in the bow, and a very sick feeling in my gut,, but thank God it was Osage cause thats all, maybe gut shooting a rabbit, they can run pretty good with an arrow stuck through em.
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I shot a broken carbon fiber arrow out of my bow and drew it too far, shards went into my hand and i still have one or two still in there.
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Funny that I'm reading this on the Fourth. When I was about 8 or 9, My Dad caught Me taping four sparklers to an arrow shaft that I planned on launching out My rubber handled glass limbed Long Bow. Oh Yeah - I was gonna arc the arrow (sparklers a-blazen) out over the nice dry pasture next to the House O:). Sure did miss that bow for about two Months :laugh: :laugh:. Bob
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Would have been a sight to see though! >:D
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When I was about 8 years old, I got a recurve bow and some wooden arrows for X-mas. So I'm outside after dark one night and Mom had a plastic frosty the snowman decoration in the front yard, it was a cute little frosty about 3 feet high with a light bulb inside it that made frosty glow. So being 8 years old and dumb, I pumped arrows into frosty and then don't ya know I shot out the light:) Well the next day my Dad was sent outside by Mom to check out why the light wasn't working inside frosty. Got my ass beat over that one, I couldn't understand how Dad knew it was me. LOL
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When I was about 8 years old, I got a recurve bow and some wooden arrows for X-mas. So I'm outside after dark one night and Mom had a plastic frosty the snowman decoration in the front yard, it was a cute little frosty about 3 feet high with a light bulb inside it that made frosty glow. So being 8 years old and dumb, I pumped arrows into frosty and then don't ya know I shot out the light:) Well the next day my Dad was sent outside by Mom to check out why the light wasn't working inside frosty. Got my ass beat over that one, I couldn't understand how Dad knew it was me. LOL
And that's the story of Christmas 1902
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That was funny, Clint!! ;D
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When I was about 13 or 14, a couple friends and I watched one of the Rambo movies that had exploding arrows in it. We thought that was awesome. So we started experimenting. Our first success was a .410 shell with a fresh primer but nothing in the shell taped on to the front of the arrow, but it wasn't very loud and you had to shoot it perfectly straight at a concrete wall to make it bang. Our next refinement was to tape a ball bearing to the primer. That worked really good, but still not as cool as Rambo's arrows. The next one we not only had a fresh primer, but put as much blackpowder as we could in it and a wad and still be able to attach it to the arrow. It was kinda wobbly so we took it back off and squirted some rtv silicone in there and put it back on. Once that setup, it was looking pretty good. So the next day we decided to test fire our new and improved Rambo arrow. There was about 10 yds between the house and the cinder block garage and hedges down both side of the yard so nobody would see us in the act. We all backed up against the house, I nocked the new arrow and let fly. Except for some stinging debris it was awesome. The smokecloud drifted up and gave us away though. My neighbor came over to investigate and immediately spotted the jagged remains of the arrow burried in the siding of the house right above our heads. Did ya' all know that an arrow will flip over and fly point first back at you? Huh, who da thunk it?!? Josh
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1956 ya smarty pants sawed off... :) ;)
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"Did ya' all know that an arrow will flip over and fly point first back at you?" You musta never shot a full basketball/soccer ball or football with a blunt tip. I've done it with all those and others. I don't learn I suppose.
Chamookman, Dang that gives me all kinds of ideas. Maybe I'll be posting again tomorrow....hopefully not from the hospital. :o
Have a gooder, ;) dpg
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Funny that I'm reading this on the Fourth. When I was about 8 or 9, My Dad caught Me taping four sparklers to an arrow shaft that I planned on launching out My rubber handled glass limbed Long Bow. Oh Yeah - I was gonna arc the arrow (sparklers a-blazen) out over the nice dry pasture next to the House O:). Sure did miss that bow for about two Months :laugh: :laugh:. Bob
If I can get a hold of some sparklers I'm doing that today, don't worry though we are in Lubbock, no dry brush, just fields and fields of exposed dirt
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Funny that I'm reading this on the Fourth. When I was about 8 or 9, My Dad caught Me taping four sparklers to an arrow shaft that I planned on launching out My rubber handled glass limbed Long Bow. Oh Yeah - I was gonna arc the arrow (sparklers a-blazen) out over the nice dry pasture next to the House O:). Sure did miss that bow for about two Months :laugh: :laugh:. Bob
If I can get a hold of some sparklers I'm doing that today, don't worry though we are in Lubbock, no dry brush, just fields and fields of exposed dirt
+1 over a lake:)
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The dumbest thing i ever did was at college of all places. You know an institute of higher learning?
It involved an unfletched atlatl and the dean of the college of science. I was there with Patches and we were working on a set of spears to go with our newly crafted atlatls. We didn't have the spears done yet but the dean wanted to see the system demonstrated. We were on a hill top with a grassy flat area. Patches and I threw a few. I threw one and it took a nasty turn up and up. It started to go past the crest of the hill and was obviously headed down toward the parking lot full of vehicles. I ran toward the lot to see what was happening. I hoped the spear would hit the ground on the hill and stop its mad progress toward a car door or worse a person.
The Dean saw this going down and told patches, "I was never here." and slipped back inside the building.
Meanwhile I watched as the spear was headed toward a nice 1960-ish mustang convertible. I remember saying, "no, no, no no . . . nooooo, oh no." and just at the last second the dart dropped skidding under half a dozen cars to rest on the pavement.
Yeah I learned a couple things that day!
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Funny that I'm reading this on the Fourth. When I was about 8 or 9, My Dad caught Me taping four sparklers to an arrow shaft that I planned on launching out My rubber handled glass limbed Long Bow. Oh Yeah - I was gonna arc the arrow (sparklers a-blazen) out over the nice dry pasture next to the House O:). Sure did miss that bow for about two Months :laugh: :laugh:. Bob
If I can get a hold of some sparklers I'm doing that today, don't worry though we are in Lubbock, no dry brush, just fields and fields of exposed dirt
I did that too a few times. Shot over a field of green grass though. Imagine if all of us on the forum had been kids together in the same town? We would have truly terrorized the town!
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Funny that I'm reading this on the Fourth. When I was about 8 or 9, My Dad caught Me taping four sparklers to an arrow shaft that I planned on launching out My rubber handled glass limbed Long Bow. Oh Yeah - I was gonna arc the arrow (sparklers a-blazen) out over the nice dry pasture next to the House O:). Sure did miss that bow for about two Months :laugh: :laugh:. Bob
If I can get a hold of some sparklers I'm doing that today, don't worry though we are in Lubbock, no dry brush, just fields and fields of exposed dirt
I always thought of Taping three bottle rockets to an arrow I think it would be awesome the arrow would fly a lot higher and further
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I went to test fit a (new, still oily, fresh from the package) two blade broadhead on an arrow that I had tapered.
The broadhead slipped out of my fingers and stuck me in the palm. Ended up in the ER for a couple of stitches.
I had just bought a cheap plastic broadhead wrench a few days prior but didn't take the time to find and use it.
live and learn I reckon.....
I remember one of the nurses asking if that head had been shot into any deer or other animals..
probably to determine whether I might need a tetanus shot. ::)
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Funny that I'm reading this on the Fourth. When I was about 8 or 9, My Dad caught Me taping four sparklers to an arrow shaft that I planned on launching out My rubber handled glass limbed Long Bow. Oh Yeah - I was gonna arc the arrow (sparklers a-blazen) out over the nice dry pasture next to the House O:). Sure did miss that bow for about two Months :laugh: :laugh:. Bob
If I can get a hold of some sparklers I'm doing that today, don't worry though we are in Lubbock, no dry brush, just fields and fields of exposed dirt
I always thought of Taping three bottle rockets to an arrow I think it would be awesome the arrow would fly a lot higher and further
It doesn't. You need a lot more thrust than bottle rockets can give.
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At the age of 12, I was shooting Gar out of our Stock tank with my 35# Bear Recurve.
After taking a pair of 3 footers I lined up a 4 1/2 footer and let go...
Just as one of my Folks "Pond Ducks", hand raised Mallards, cruised past about 15 yards behind the gar. My fish arrow skipped off the gar, right behind his head and hit the duck right through the eye...
Got my butt warmed up for a "Lack of Situational Awareness" in my shooting.
But we had a Fine Duck Dinner... Chicken Fried Duck.
Mmmm...
-gus
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At the age of 12, I was shooting Gar out of our Stock tank with my 35# Bear Recurve.
After taking a pair of 3 footers I lined up a 4 1/2 footer and let go...
Just as one of my Folks "Pond Ducks", hand raised Mallards, cruised past about 15 yards behind the gar. My fish arrow skipped off the gar, right behind his head and hit the duck right through the eye...
Got my butt warmed up for a "Lack of Situational Awareness" in my shooting.
But we had a Fine Duck Dinner... Chicken Fried Duck.
Mmmm...
-gus
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Hmmmm, other than the usual as a kid...... shooting arrows straight up, and waiting for them to come back in sight, so we could get close enough to them to hear the "Robin hood" arrow sound, as the air passed over the vanes....... not a whole lot of bow stories, in the dumbest thing category, but in the black powder, and knife category...... :o
Well, when I was about 13 or 14 years, old, I made a powder horn. I didn't have any black powder. Buuuuuut..... ::)
I did have some M-80 powder, I had dumped from some M-80's. So I now had a real powder horn! But what good is a powder horn, if you don't have a gun to dump the powder down the barrel, like in the movies? Wellllll, as luck would have it, I had an old single shot muzzle loading shotgun, my Grand Father had given me. It was a cap and ball, he had when he was a kid. It was an original! 8) Half stock. Complete with termite holes in the stock. After cleaning it up, including removing some old powder from it, I had a neat old gun. Well, now I decide to shoot this old gun. so at first, I was taking 410 shells, and dumping the powder from that, into the gun,( I mean after all powder is powder, right? ::) :P) and some paper wadding, and the bird shot from the shell, and some more paper wadding. Hmmmm, no caps, for the nipple. ??? :( Ooooooh, Greenie Stickem caps, for cap guns! Tah dah! Worked like a charm! ;) 8) My Dad suggested that I not use the 16, or 12 gauge shells I had on hand also. Well, one day, after having shot this old gun a few times, I don't have any more 410 shells. Hmmm, powder horn..... ;) ::) Well, I go and get it, and go out on the back porch, and my Dad says what are you going to do now? I said shoot Grand Pa's old gun. Having seen me shoot it before, he didn't see any problems. Uh..... He didn't know what was in the powder horn. Well, I dump the contents of the horn into the gun, and some paper wadding, and a pretty loose fitting steel ball bearing, and some more paper wadding, and a Greenie Stickem cap, and raise the gun up and aim at a distant tree, in a vacant lot, and pulled the trigger......BOOOOOOMMMMM Son of a $$#@$$@!!! I look down, and my Grand Father's old gun is lying on the porch steps, separated from the stock, and the barrel has "LUCKILY" for me blown out at the "BOTTOM"of the breech, and the barrel has a slight curve upward! ??? Oh yeah, My left forearm is bleeding, and has an entrance and exit wound, with lots of shrapnel, and wood splinters, which I would later be forcing through the scar tissue, as I sat in class in school, upwards to a couple of years later. In fact I noticed a month or so ago, a slight dark spot in the center of the scar. Could be more material working it's way up. Been a LOOOOONG time.
Well after the rather loud explosion, My Mother yells what the heck was that? My Father being the descriptive perfectionest he was, yelled back, oh Wayne just blowed his arm off! Well she didn't take that too calmly. So I am sitting in the doctor's exam room as he is picking out bits and pieces of various antique shrapnel, and debris. No one went to ER in those days, you just went to your doctor, and he decided if you needed to go to the ER. Well I still kick my butt for being a stupid typical teenager, and destroying My Grandfather's old muzzle loader. OK. Knives! Well again at about 13 or 14 or so, some friends and I are practicing our knife throwing , and were actually doing pretty good at sticking the one foot square piece of plywood, that was leaning against the rear tire of my Dad's work truck. Well we getting pretty smug about our knife skills, when I threw my Curved blade hunting knife I got from Western Auto, and it was actually a very good knife. Anywho, I proceeded to throw the knife, and darned if the the piece of plywood didn't dodge the knife, it stuck just pretty as you please in the side wall of My Dad's truck tire! After he in a not so pleasant manner questioned my common sense of putting the board against the tire......which at the time, I wondered that too, but then reasoned, I hadn't missed the board before, and we were only about 20 feet away.... how could we miss? Ok, BB gun wars, without eye, or ear protection, or any other protection. After about an hour of shooting each other, and being shot, we kind of came to a mutual consensus that it was not the smartest thing to be doing so we stopped. Thankfully. My Guardian Angel had a tag team partner when I was a kid. I hope that won't count against me when I take my last breath. ??? :P It wasn't like it was intentional or anything. ::) :P Oh, yeah, here is a real primitive bow story. I was about 12 years old, and had a fiberglass bow, and some home made bamboo arrows, with hacksaw blade arrowheads. Well I am up in Wisconsin, on my Uncle's dairy farm, and roaming the fields, when I see this skunk go ambling by, and I remembered my Aunt talking about the skunks getting into the hen house, and eating the eggs. Well, now MR. Predator Control has arrived. I take aim, and a perfect shot. Not an immediate killing shot, so I launch another arrow, and finally kill it. Boy did it stink! Well I proudly take my prize kill back to my Aunt and uncle's house. My mother has a fit, my Dad is not too thrilled, but my Aunt and uncle think it is hilarious, and glad to see one of the egg thieves out of action. Well I spent about week of my Vacation scrubbing, and eating alone :P There were the usual, fire arrows, and exploding arrows, with the M-80's attached, and the Guava grenades, we would have wars with. You know stick a fire cracker in a ripe Guava, light it and throw it at your Buddy. Realistic looking, complete with seed shrapnel, and the pulp looked like you were wounded! ;) ;D Then there is the time when I was in my mid 20's, and I was sharing a house with a Buddy of mine, and another Buddy and his Wife, and and another couple come over. Well there is some alcohol involved..... ::) Well one of my Buddies, decides to get on the roof, and proceed to relieve himself, by watering my awning. Well, I was about to get the hose, when he drops his pants and is getting ready to drop a load on my awning! :o Well I run back in the house to my room, and get a little S&W .38 snub nose revolver, I had loaded with wax bullets to shoot raccoons that were getting in the garbage, well I run out there and I shoot at him with the wax bullet! :P Well just as I fired, he turned his head to see what I was doing, and the wax bullet whacked him under his left eye, and gave him a nice little shiner. It was not a load for accuracy. I was actually aiming for the little man in the moon so to speak. ::) ::) ;) anyway it had the desired affect of him not leaving anything on my awning, and almost knocking off the roof. Luckily it didn't hit him in the eye directly. Well that .38 caliber snub nose with a wax bullet, has gone all the way up to a .44 cal mag, in his retelling of it. If I am there when he tells it, I correct him, and tell the listeners that it was only a wax bullet from a .38 cal. snub nose. He then goes into a big production of "Yeah, Only a .38! Anyway, he is not Mr. innocent himself, having shot a mutual friend of ours in the back my home made blow gun, and a dart made from a artist paint brush shaft, and horse needle. Dead center between the shoulder blades. He did take him to the doctor to get a tetanus shot, and told the Dr. what happened. Yep Doc, ol Barney there walked right in front of us while we were shooting at targets. He seemed to forget the part, that there was alcohol involved, and Barney had my sling shot and was popping Stu in the rear with rocks. Stu disappears, and Barney asks where he is, and I honestly don't know myself. Well Barney goes sneaking around the carport, and when he had gone about 20 ft. or so, just like in the movies, from behind one of the carport columns, I see the end of my blow gun proceed to extend outward, and then phhooot! Ol Barney is hit dead center between the shoulder blades! :o He stops mid stride, and then folds down to his knees, and says take it out, take it out! :o Well Stu pulls it out, and then apologizes, and goes into how he only meant to shoot in front of him....... ::) ::) Anyway, that is some of the Dumbest things, I've done, and participated in.
Wayne
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Thanks, Wayne, for making my youth-oriented ventures seem trivial!! ::)
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Wayne I grew up with kids like you. ;)
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Wayne you was a real bad A$$.. LOL
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Thanks, but I think I was more of a dumb a$$ than a bad one. :D Not saying I have improved tremendously over the years, but, I an a little more cautious, and tend to give a bit more thought, before acting on impulse. ;) I am very fortunate to have my eye sight, and most of my body parts still attached. I lost half of my right big toe, when I was about three. I was riding on the back of my Brothers bike, and he said to hold my legs out, so they wouldn't get caught in the spokes. Well, I did, but they got tired after awhile, and so I tried to rest my bare feet, on the little extension of the axle, and my big toe slid into the chain and sprocket, and very neatly separated it between the middle joint. :o So now when I have to do math, not only can I count on my toes, I can do fractions! ;) ( Hardly ever wore shoes back then, and even ran full bore on a shell rock road.) Not now! Anyway, around that same time, I would be playing outside, and it would be hot, I would just go over to our big stand up sprinkler, and tilt it, and suck out a mouth full of water. Well it hadn't been used for awhile, and one day I went to get a mouth of water, and sucked out and inhaled a mouth full of black ants! :o That ended my thirst quenching from the sprinkler. But at least I learned from it. ;) After that I would smack it,and see if any ants ran out, or water. Or just go in the house and get a cold glass of water. But I have a Friend that was far luckier than me. I did not fully believe some of the stuff, he was telling me, till I talked to his mother. Man, my life was just plain dull!. ;)
Wayne
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You possibly did even more dumb things than I did. I only posted my dumb archery deeds here but I have a long list of stupid things I did as a kid & a few I have done as an adult.
As a kid, I would rake up huge piles of sycamore leaves, set them on fire & ride my bike through them at full speed. Had a buddy who did the same. I would burn trash (remember that?) and drop in spray cans in when the fire was good & hot, to watch them explode. Sometimes, the explosion would put out the fire. I climbed the school building by the 3/4 inch brick outcroppings (profiles, etchings, patterns?) that came out of the front wall. That climb was a required rite of passage for any boy in town. I did it all the time. As an adult I had best plead the 5th!
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Dang, Spider man is real! :o ;D ;D
Yep remember burning trash, and garbage in a hole. Which of course like you was really boring, until you got a hold of a can of bug spray, and the ensuing blast, and flame, and smell, just made it exciting. Man you sound like a typical kid. Like it was said earlier, if all of us lived in the same town, we would terrorize the town! >:D >:D That is until the reform school was built. :( Well unless our Fathers got to us before that. :o :( It is amazing what you could do when you were a kid. No fear, and agility, and ability like a monkey.
Wayne
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I was the big brother and had to wach my brothers all the time, didn't have the chance to do any dumb things when I was young ( unless you count noodling before I could swim ) .
My last couple of years in high school I did a lot of coon hunting with a couple of friends , I climbed like a monkey so when we were training pups my friends would hold the adult hounds and let the pups chace the coons after I climbed up and shook them out . I didn't have the best light and it would go out about the time the coon would jump and my friends took off without me , climbed down from twenty feet or more in the dark several times , even had coons climb over me to jump on the other side of the tree . I did talk a freind of mine into shooting a beaver in a brush pile one time while we were bowfishing , he was using an aluminum arrow and hadn't hit anything all day but he hit the mark on the beaver , tore the brush pile up getting out and bent his arrow . I had to shoot the beaver to get his arrow back , bent it all up but my freind started hitting everything he ammed at .
Besides with the stories my father tells and with my cousinse someone has to stay strait ( hard sometimes but I manage). Oh an my friend Mike that I hunted with has done a few dumb things also , he was running down to his fathers shop and went to jump a brushog when the grass was wet , he slipped and one leg went under the other over , his knee swoll for a week and it still bothers him and that was twenty years ago.
Oh I bout forgot I was involved witha dumb act , when we used to paintball I had a marker that would ramp up on its own , we were playing in an old two story house and he was upstairs mad when I tried to make a push up the stairs he opened up on me I fired back hitting just above the knee leaving a nasty whelp and it brought a little blood ( he has gotten me back several times for it though).
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The only stories I've got are Wheelie bows since I've just started with primitive. Both involve flight shooting.
At around 16 my brother had a bow and I didn't yet. He was shooting arrows out across the horse pasture. The horse pasture wasn't huge so he was putting a good arc on it. Well one arrow went up and we couldn't see it. I said I'm pretty sure its on out there. A few seconds later it hit 10 feet behind us. We quit.
Second story happened this past January and wasn't dangerous. Just dumb. I had just got some luminocks for Christmas and had flight shot one earlier across a huge pasture where I hunt when I came out for lunch. Well after the evening hunt it was gonna be real cool to shoot it at night. And it was. The nock beamed all the way to the other end and the field and came down. It was beautiful. As it hit the ground the light disappeared. That's odd. I drove over there and found a bright glowing light right square in the middle of the cow pond. The nock was the only thing sticking out of the water. Even though this is Alabama it was still around 32F outside. Cold enough to make em shrivel up :o . There I was all alone in the dark in January in a big field skinny dipping in a pond.
In High school history class we had to do an 'Indian Project". Basically make something an indian would make and write a report on how it was made and how they would use it in everday life. I made a blowgun. My school project version was made from hollowed out river cane and I made 12" darts from the cane walls with cotton balls on the back. My at home fun version was a 1/2" PVC pipe about 5' long. Being a trumpet player and having pretty good lungs I could get some pretty good velocity. One Friday night my parents weren't home and some friends were at the house. I was minding my own business on the couch watching TV when I had a sharp pain in my temple. My buddy got probly 1/4" worth of penetration in the side of my head. The dart was hanging from my face. I didn't sand the darts smooth so the grain was rough and had grip. I had to pinch the sides with one hand and pull it out with the other. That same guy also tied 4 bottle rocket fuses together without sticks and was acting like he was gonna light em. They "accidentally" lit and he tried to throw them out the door and they didn't make it. Parents never knew about that one either.
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To Swampmonkey - I am glad you put that one up! I was thinking about that one when read the topic heading.
When I was growing up, I had a cousin that anytime I REALLY got into trouble, he was always right there with me. Most of our mistakes started out with us looking at something and said "What would happen if we tried this?" When we were 13 or 14, he bought a Ford Courier pickup from one of his brothers for $25. we had it on a logging road driving around (he was driving) and got to a place where they loaded the logs ont he truck. Just over the break of the hill, there was an oak about 10 - 12 inches thick, looking like it was just ready to fall over in the next wind. We had the same idea at the same time: If we hit it hard enough with the little truck, it will fall down. My cousin grinned and said "Oh no! We don't have any breaks!" He punched the gas pedal and we went speeding towards the "dead" oak. We were going at a pretty good speed when the truck hit it dead centered, and we found out that day that a "dead" oak does not mean a "weak" oak. The front of the truck wrapped around the tree, my head busted the windshield, I knocked the door off as I flew out it, my cousin smashed into the steering wheel and then bounced out his door. As we are both laying on the ground holding our chests and heads, I heard him say "It ain't dead!" to which I replied "No S#@T Sherlock!"
Another time we started tackling trees. This involved finding dead trees, and running at them full speed, hitting them with your shoulder like you are tackling someone, and knocking the tree down. I found two trees that were the perfect width apart, so that I could run my head between them, hitting one with each shoulder and knocking both of them down at the same time. It was going to be cool! These two trees were oaks, and like the last story, a "dead oak" is not always weak. I went as fast as a 225 lb farm 17 year old kid can run and hit those tress dead centered....and the trees did not budge an inch. I did not go to the doctor, but I am pretty sure I broke both collar bones.
Its a wonder any of us made it to adulthood isn't it! :)
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Cold enough to make em shrivel up :o . There I was all alone in the dark in January in a big field skinny dipping in a pond.
Been in that situation before when they pull up so tight you got three adam's apples! They didn't re-descend until mid July, I swear!
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Speaking of trees...... ;) When I was about 14 or so,I was dove hunting with a friend of mine,and I showed him what a 12 gauge with #8 would do to a two inch thick pine sapling. 8) Well one day, I thought, hmmm what would it do to a full grown pine? Lets see. So, I shot the tree from about 15 feet or so, and the tree spirits didn't like that, so they sent the shot back into my face! :o I looked like I had the measles :P Again, lucky I wasn't blinded. As for bottle rockets, we would use PVC tubing for mortars, or rocket tubes. Well one day, I had bigger than average bottle rocket, and the stick was broken off, so I figured I would just lay it in the swale by the drive way and light it, and see what it would do. Well just as I was lighting it, my Dad walked up and asked what I was doing, so I told him, and the rocket ignited, and took off down the swale, then made an upward U turn, and came past me and hit my Dad on the inside of his thigh, just about the knee, and then headed for his crotch, and just in time veered off back up in the air and across the street while doing loop de loops, and exploded. My Dad had a huge bruise on his leg! :( :P I felt really bad about that. But I guess he had forgotten about my incident with my Grandfather's old muzzle loader, and had not learned, not to stand near me when I was "trying" something. ::) ;) Speaking of fireworks, when I was about 12 or so, my neighbor Buddy, and I were lighting fire crackers, and I had a hand full of black cats, and I had just tossed one, and went to get another one from my fist full in my right hand, when I saw that one right in the middle had a bright red glowing fuse! :o Well me being bright and quick thinking individual I was, and am, I thought now how in the @#$# did that happen, then I thought, #@$% ! but before I could dump my hand full of firecrackers,it went off! No damage, just stung like heck! However years later, I had made some little goodies with empty CO2 cartridges, filled with black powder, and about a 6 inch piece of cannon fuse inserted in the hole that I had drilled out, in the neck, and filled around that with rubber cement. Made nice little depth charges. Pretty cool at night, you can see a bright red circle of light when it goes off! 8)
Well I was over at a Friend's house, and I had some with me, and he wanted to see what they would do. So we went outside, and it was dark, and I said just light it and throw it as far as you can and then get back in the house, as there will be shrapnel, so he threw it across the street into the school yard, and I said better get back in side, and he said, nah, it can't go that far, about that time it went off, and a piece of the CO2 cartridge smacked the house wall next to us! Well they were quite popular, until his cousin made some, and was lighting and throwing them, and then he lit one got ready to throw it, and to this day, even he can't explain it, he just stared at it, everyone was yelling throw it!, :o and then it went off, and took, part of his thumb, and the tips of two finger, off, and put a piece of metal in his chest! :o
When I went to England with the World Clown Society, in 1990, I had almost had a heart attack. a week or so before I was to go, the same Friend who tossed the cartridge in the school yard, had given me a partial box of seal bombs, he had gotten from a Friend in California. They use them to scare seals away from fishing nets. At least they were supposed to, I think most just shot the seals. Anyway, a Friend at work wanted a couple, so I put about four of them in my leather jacket pocket, and was going to give them to him at work. Well he wasn't there, that shift, so I just left them where they were, and forgot about them. Went through all the security check points, and were told not to take any pyrotechnics, because of the recent terrorist activities, and we could get what we wanted over there. Well we couldn't but they told us that anyway. So I didn't bring any flash paper, or even matches. So as we are going through security in Miami, just as my jacket was going through the X-Ray conveyor, the buzzer went off at the walk through detector, and the lady at the conveyor belt, leaned over to look. Well I finally get a room with another Clown, and I was taking out my passport from my leather bomber jacket, and then I felt something odd in the pocket. ??? So I reached in, and pulled out four Seal bombs! :o :o :o Man if the security check in London's Heath Row airport would have found those, I would still be in a British prison! So luckily, I met an English Clown, who had a pyrotechnic license, and I gave them to him! The big man was sure watching over me! I guess as tired as they were, my Guardian Angel tag team was still on the job. ;) As for swimming out to retrieve an arrow, with a glowing nock, at 32 de-freeze, it would have to wait till I could get a boat! I don't care what the arrow cost! Cold water and myself don't do well together, unless I am drinking it on a hot day! I am like JW, I would have three Adam's apples! :o :P Oh, I just thought of when I learned at about 13 or so, that household ammonia, and Clorox bleach, would make something very similar to Ammonium chloride gas. So I get a mayonnaise jar, and mix it fifty fifty, and immediately, there is a foggy cloud of gas oozing out of the jar, so I toss it out in the yard. Oops, there is a slight breeze gently blowing in my direction! So I get the hose, and try to stay out of the gas, and start to dilute it. Learned to test the breeze first after that. ;) Sort of like know which way the breeze is blowing, when you use pepper spray! ;) :P
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I have done too many dumb things to remember, some with tragic endings.
Getting careless on my first leave home from the Army in 67 and ending up married was probably my dumbest. At least I married the right person on my next attempt.
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I just remembered high school.
The principal took me aside and interrogated me for an hour about a prank that wasn't mine. I laughed at her. Mine was way more elaborate than the "three pigs" classic. Unfortunately, they watched me like a hawk so the main entrance didn't end up being blocked by 20 tons of gravel, after all... and I still graduated with honors.
Dumbest thing at school was "testing" AL flash powder in the theater. triple charge in the middle of rehearsal. Or maybe it was thermite in the science lab during homeroom, or simulating a silo explosion.
Scarring my sinuses after lighting 10 matches held in my teeth and trying to blow them out with a sneeze...
Cannonballing off the roof into a frozen snowdrift...
Nailing the math teacher in the forehead with a paper hornet...
Accepting the challenge of dating not one, but two diagnosed psychotics in a row...
Flaming hackey sack...
Shooting a caplock without eye protection >_<
A personal favorite: water balloon tag in cars at 3am.
the list goes on.
Of course, all these are eclipsed every time I say to my Other Half "I told you so..."
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For you that are too young to have imagination that is not issued to you in the form of an ap on your phone...the three pigs trick is to turn three pigs loose in a building after painting numbers on them. Numbers 1, 2, and 4.
>:D
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On the school pranks my father and his classmates must have been pros , they put a milk cow on top of the schooling year then goats in the school another and the little town of Carney where he went to school had a dump at the end of Main Street and they emptied the dump putting the trash in the middle of main in front of the school ( the town payed the high school kids to clean the street up and dad was one of them ) oh and dad and a couple of his friends went duck hunting and had the ducks in the trunk of their car , while on Main Street he opened the trunk to show someone the ducks and three or four of them flew out , dad grabed his shotgun and chased them down the street shooting at them ( all this happened in the late forties and early fifties , don't think one could do that now days without spending some time behinde bars). Dad's list goes on way to much to list all the dumb stuff he has done .
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Dang Pekane! You need to sign up for the "Jackass" video group! Lighting matches held in your mouth, and trying to blow them out with a sneeze?!! :o :o ??? ??? Whew! I never ..... Intentionally..... did anything that would harm me..... ::)
But the thermite is kinda neat stuff. I know a Friend of mine, had done some explosive work, and when he went into the military, he was a demolition man. Well he had been in the war, and had a few trophies, and he and a buddy were sitting at a bar, and had a few beers, and he had brought a Japanese mortar head, or small cannon warhead. Anyway the barman was used to the occasional weird stuff brought in, and some of the little puffs of smoke produced by various ingredients he sometimes brought in. So he was showing the guy the small warhead, and had already removed the detonator, this was in the mid fifties or so, and he was in California at the time, and as they were examining the device, some of the explosive fell out, so he thought I wonder if this stuff will burn, so he dumps the stuff, in to a big thick glass ash tray, knowing that the explosives needed an initiator with a lot of brisance, to cause it to go off, he lit the powder, and there was a bright reddish flame, about a foot high, and lots of smoke, and after the commotion died down, he looks at the glass ash tray, sees, it no longer has a bottom, and there is a nice big burned hole, still glowing in the nice mahogany bar! :o :o Well he pours some of his beer into it, and puts it out, and finishes his beer, he and his Buddy then nonchalantly walk down to the other end of the bar, and pay their tab, left a nice tip, and left, never to return to that bar again! ;) ::)
Wayne