Any other crazy kids out there?

By the time I was 15-16 i got more creative.
Dad came home from work to find something on the bench, figured out what it was and spent the next 10 minutes chewing my butt out.

His last two sentences were, do you realize you just made a Freaking Claymore!
Do you have any idea how dangerous this is!

Me.... it's only dangerous if you pull the pin

That was the one and only time my dad seriously hit me upside the head

Josh Canuck said:

Can't remember what I did with the grenade

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Mine a WWII pineapple is sitting on a shelf next to my reloading table.

SOLANCO said:

My brother and I fought with lever action Daisys. Light a wooden kitchen match to fire harden the end. Carve to a point and drop down the bore. Would stick in the wood of the outhouse. or 1/4 inch into your skin, depending on range. It is a wonder we never put an eye out.

Had an uncle who was known to fish with a stick of dynamite. We never did find where he kept it hidden. Probably a good thing.

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I had a pump Daisy, I could shoot downhill without having to tip the gun up to get the next bb. Caught a couple of friends by surprise. Never happened with my group, but I have met 2 folks who got eye injuries from bbs, so I guess it can happen.

Halloween hand grenade..........In the 1950's , many houses built to house soldiers back from Korean War , and their families , were called "the Projects". Houses were somewhat close together , not far off the street , and many had those sheet metal awnings above the windows. Perfect for rattling by throwing shelled field corn at them. However , some of the home owner folks would chase you down the street to punish any offending Halloween trickster corn throwers. One year we invented a corn bomb. Take a 6" unshelled ear of corn , hollow out the pithy center , stick a 4 , or 6" fire cracker in the center of the ear where the pith was removed. Wait 'til no one was around , set the ear in the middle of the street , light fuse , and take cover. Sometimes the corn would rattle a few metal awnings , or not , but the boom would provide shock value. Crazy coal miner's kids.

godutch said:

I also blistered up my friend with his own lever action BB gun for shooting at me with a pellet gun. He was a fat kid and standing in greasy pond mud so I got him at least four times before he made it to the high weeds. I thought he liked it since he kept calling my name all the while. p.s. Don't tell me you guys never had BB gun fights !

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Had plenty of bb gun fights and slingshot fights.

One uncle left the SW VA hills for the merchant marine and got torpedoed before the US was in WWII. He wound up in the Brit commandoes. After the war he made good liquor, but without any obeisance to the fed government. Word was revenuers left him alone because they were afraid of him and of what he brought back from the war.
Do remember him demolishing a barn with a mortar.

godutch said:

The OP hit pay dirt with this thread.

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He sure did. Imagine if we were kids in this day and age?! We'd all be on no fly lists.

oldschoolhunter55 said:

Had plenty of bb gun fights and slingshot fights.

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I gotta scar on my forehead from a homemade arrow. I shoulda ducked

My grandpa's neighbor had some pretty docile sheep. One day my sister jump the fench and started riding one. I grabbed my slingshot, put a few pieces of gravel in it and shot the sheep in the but.

She quickly learned what mutton bustin was all about

From age 13-19 I worked at the living history unit at the Vicksburg military park. Was on the cannon crew. To this day I still find it funny that at age 15 the Government was paying me to go to the magazine each day and load 1lb charges of Black Powder into cannon rounds. Of course we got bored firing blanks so MAYBE we would load golf balls etc sometimes. What a job as a teen.

godutch said:

The OP hit pay dirt with this thread.

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And only my second post.

Hell of a start…

I had one of those when I was a kid. I always figured I could do just what you did, but I knew my mom would take it away if she caught me and my dad would whoop me good if he caught me so I never had the guts to do it.
Glad to see my childhood idea was doable.

godutch said:

. p.s. Don't tell me you guys never had BB gun fights !

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Oh yeah. Still have a scar on my forehead from my LAST BBQ gun fight.

SOLANCO said:

Had an uncle who was known to fish with a stick of dynamite

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We called those Dupont spinners.

Me and some other kids got the idea to shoot arrows straight up in the air and try to catch them on the way down. One of them had to show off and did it with a broad head. It went right through his hand.

Did girls do any of this kind of stuff?

Make you feel sorrow for the guys that grew up in the city.

Had a friend with some cannon fuse. Made pipe bombs out of 6in steel nipple pipe with capped ends. Smokeless powder packed. On the back part of the AFB there old telephone poles with glass insulators we wanted. Knocked over quite a few. Never did get hurt. Guess we were lucky.

I had a friend that was an eternal kid. When we were 12 or 13 the rest of us were trying to figure out the "girl" thing, he was building forts, elaborate forts that looked like a miniature of an army outpost out west complete with buildings. This is where we had our BB battles, we wore army helmet liners but no eye protection. I was defending the fort one time, peaked over the rampart and saw my friend Fletcher take aim and shoot at me. The BB appeared in slow motion as it left his gun and made a beeline for my eye, there was no time to duck. The BB hit me in the side of my nose about 1/8" from the corner of my eye and went in below the surface, I popped it out like a pimple.

There was a lot of blood, Fletcher said he was sorry but my wound scared the rest of the kids and we decided that we were done with BB battles for safety's sake. I told my mother I ran into a briar; she knew I was lying but didn't say anything.

When we were 13, I told this childish friend where babies came from, he said "my parents are decent people and wouldn't do such a thing". I guess he figured it out because he had 3 fine sons.

Slingshot fights! Remember Wrist Rockets? That really upped the game. We quickly banned the use of ball bearings, rocks, sinkers and other potentially lethal missiles and stuck with dried doughballs made out of cornmeal, flour, sugar and vanilla extract. Hurt like hell at Wrist Rocket speed. Why the odd recipe? Because we also used it for carp fishing!

Filled Testor's model paint bottles w/ black & ran Jetex fuse through the lid. I'd drop them in a hole in the basement floor; shove a heavy plank over it & sit on it. Lifted me & studded the plank w/ chunks of glass. Great fun.

Don't really want to admit it, but on occasion I still do stupid ****. 75 years old, I guess some of us never grow up.

cynthialee said:

I had one of those when I was a kid. I always figured I could do just what you did, but I knew my mom would take it away if she caught me and my dad would whoop me good if he caught me so I never had the guts to do it.
Glad to see my childhood idea was doable.

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Great minds, indeed…