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Wow. Did that bring back some memories. When I was a young lad I was assigned the job "Industrial recycling Incinerator." That means I had the task of burning the trash. Yeh, that was legal way back then. Every so often my mom or sister would throw away a hairspray can that would scare the heck out of me when it exploded.Oh, yeah...I got plenty of butt whoop-ins myself. But did this kind of stupid trick when the old man and mom weren't around.
Same thing about throwin aerosol cans in to a burning fire and having them explode in my face on accident. Now that right there scared the holy bee jeeebee's outta me, let me tell ya....
So, I bet you also created hair spray FLAME Throwers.......you know.......lighting a ball of hairspray..........Just dont' let it burn too longWow. Did that bring back some memories. When I was a young lad I was assigned the job "Industrial recycling Incinerator." That means I had the task of burning the trash. Yeh, that was legal way back then. Every so often my mom or sister would throw away a hairspray can that would scare the heck out of me when it exploded.![]()
Later,
Geo
Heck the guy is an idiot because I did it when I was really young and was smart enough to get out of the way.
In the Army we would play with explosives alot and send steel pots (helmets) in to the air so high they looked like a dot. We would also detonate the explosives under water just to see the HUGE plume of water and a few fish go bye bye.All we needed was 9volts. Fun fun fun
Ah, the good ole memories of childhood.....lol....and of some of my younger adult years as well.........Great Times 4 sure......![]()
Now that everybody is fessing up about explosive experience as a child, we would take .22 shells dig a shallow hole (about a half inch deep)-point the .22 away and up and heat up the back with a match. It would explode, no idea where it went.
All I can say is I'm sure glad they outlawed M80's. Had an uncle who used to give me a big paper sack full of them a couple of times a year. No need to get into all those "heymanwachis!" times, I'll just leave it at I'm lucky to be typing with both hands.
Jim I loved those things we had a dang blast with those, lol.
The word mailbox comes to mind for some strange reason. Can you imagine M80's in today's society? Can't let myself think about that, makes me too afraid. There'd be a lot of one armed Muslim extremists running around, that's for sure.
