Oh the innocence of youth. We shot 12 gauge shells with a .22. Scattered shot was about all we got, even aiming for the brass. We shot mason jars full of gasoline. Just a bunch of spilled gas. We even put a burning piece of paper next to the jar once. The gas drowned out the paper fire without igniting. We tried to make a fertilizer bomb once. (A couple of us were real nerds and had run across this idea decades before the Murrah Federal Building event.) Looks so simple in the movies. It took more fire to set it off than it generated. We never did get any of those Hollywood explosions. This was back in the late 70s, before most of that stuff was illegal. The company I worked for still sold dynamite to farmers to remove beaver dams and tree stumps.
I drove to work in a pickup with a high powered rifle in the gun rack to sell thousands of pounds of ammonium nitrate, even delivering it on location. Only a couple of the older guys could sell the dynamite. I don't remember if that was simply a company police or whether there was some licensing involved. Yet those were much safer times. In those days, every citizen was responsible for their actions. There were no "safe" spaces. As a result, we figured stuff out, learned to live with hurt feelings, and got on with our lives.
I miss those times.
This one is cute:
”But in the end all of these ideas just manufacture new criminals when the problem isn't a lack of criminals.” -JRB
Moar…
”But in the end all of these ideas just manufacture new criminals when the problem isn't a lack of criminals.” -JRB
Happy 4th of July, hillbillies who'll never learn to use chopsticks now!
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