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Other Stuff => Other Topics => Topic started by: Rev D on November 02, 2011, 10:31:17 am
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Little Bow Hunter
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
sumbitch.
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. Let's 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 SHIT! 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 #$%#!!!.
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 FRICKING DAYLIGHT
TURNED PURPLE.
There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice
I said "was". That son-of-a-bitch 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. DAMMIT
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 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.
Regards,
Don
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Growing up rural has it's adventures!
I tell tales that my brother and I lived through and people always ask "where were your parents?" and "why on earth would anyone have (add your own flammable/explosive/motorized implement here) any where a kid could get at it??"
Did you know? that if a kid falls to the ground, he will bounce 3 times??
It is true!
Simply climb the TV tower, leap off with a pillow case thinking it will open like a parachute and gently settle you to terra firma.
I've been told years later by a Doctor (my brother in law), That my life or severe maiming was saved by 3 things (besides undeserved mercy from my higher power)
1st That I leaped off horizontally, superman fashion, and landed in a big belly flop. Legs first and they'd have been broken to splinters,head first and I'd have never seen the 3rd grade, on my back and i'd have never left a bed.
2nd had I not started screaming mid way down, my lungs would have popped when I hit the dirt. Because I was screaming my mouth was open, my diaphragm was contracting and the rest of the air in my lungs acted like a big shock absorber that expelled itself on impact. Had I screamed earlier in the fall I may have expelled the cushion before the landing.
3rd had I been older by a year my rib bones would have been stronger, less flexible and more than likley shattered and impaled through my heart, lungs, and liver.
I'll never forget simply standing up un hurt...totally in disbelief... until I noticed I wasn't breathing.
I'd never actually had the wind knocked out of me before. I thought I was a goner! untill the heated hurting air rushed back into me with what felt like an inferno!
Guardian Angels pull double duty on farms!
Ray