seen this on another sight, got a laugh and thought I would share. Boy can i relate
Flaming Arrow By
> Nick ********* (Name withheld)
>
> Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass long
> 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 40horse Farmall
> tractor will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough
> SOB.
>
> 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. Keep in mind
> this was 99.999% humidity swampland so there really wasn't
> any fire danger.
> I'll put it this way- a set of post hole diggers and a 3ft.
> hole and you had
> yourself a well.
>
> 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. 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 dads muzzleloader pyrodex. At this point,
> I set the can=2 0of
> 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... 1lb pyrodex and 16oz ether should make a loud
> pop, kinda like a
> firecracker you know? You know what? Heck with 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 15ft and lit the 2
> stroke arrow. I
> drew the nock to my cheek and let fly. As I released
> I heard a swish 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 CRAP 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 WTH 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 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 1ft
> above the ground as far as I coul d see. It was like
> a little low to the
> ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and
> a crawfish 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 YOUR BRINGIN' EM IN TOO
> CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE GOLL
> DAMIT 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 185s 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 had20to give
> me CPR so dad could beat me some more. Bring him back
> to life so dad 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 muzzleloaders a
> week or so later.
>
>
>
> And 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.
>
> Its good discipline and will teach them skills they can use
> later on in life
Flaming Arrow By
> Nick ********* (Name withheld)
>
> Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass long
> 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 40horse Farmall
> tractor will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough
> SOB.
>
> 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. Keep in mind
> this was 99.999% humidity swampland so there really wasn't
> any fire danger.
> I'll put it this way- a set of post hole diggers and a 3ft.
> hole and you had
> yourself a well.
>
> 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. 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 dads muzzleloader pyrodex. At this point,
> I set the can=2 0of
> 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... 1lb pyrodex and 16oz ether should make a loud
> pop, kinda like a
> firecracker you know? You know what? Heck with 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 15ft and lit the 2
> stroke arrow. I
> drew the nock to my cheek and let fly. As I released
> I heard a swish 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 CRAP 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 WTH 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 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 1ft
> above the ground as far as I coul d see. It was like
> a little low to the
> ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and
> a crawfish 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 YOUR BRINGIN' EM IN TOO
> CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE GOLL
> DAMIT 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 185s 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 had20to give
> me CPR so dad could beat me some more. Bring him back
> to life so dad 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 muzzleloaders a
> week or so later.
>
>
>
> And 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.
>
> Its good discipline and will teach them skills they can use
> later on in life
