oneson
2011-07-13 21:26:53 UTC
Archery -
As a child growing up in Texas ... Around age 10 my dad got me one of
those little bad - ass 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?
That got boring, so, One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming
arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked 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?
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
notch 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 what are
you doing 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.
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 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 DAYLIGHT TURNED
PURPLE.
There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture.
Notice I said "was". That tree 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. DAMN IT
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.
As a child growing up in Texas ... Around age 10 my dad got me one of
those little bad - ass 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?
That got boring, so, One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming
arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked 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?
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
notch 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 what are
you doing 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.
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 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 DAYLIGHT TURNED
PURPLE.
There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture.
Notice I said "was". That tree 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. DAMN IT
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.
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Oneson ~«©¿©»~
Oneson ~«©¿©»~