Archery teaches dicipline!!

offshore · 06-22-2009, 11:06 AM

I read this and thought it was funny as crap!! Good read!

The following was forwarded to me by a friend, it is kind of long, but, OMG is it funny!!!!

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 place sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough sumbich.

That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazzard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up Tshirt 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.

Anyway, one summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I look 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 it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner . . lets 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) to add to the excitement.

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...1lb pyrodex and 16 oz of ether should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker - you know? You know what? Screw 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 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 WTF 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 - SHIT.

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 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 could 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 mother 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 GODDAMIT 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 feet over our backyard. There is a Honda 185s three 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 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 muzzle loaders 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. Something they won't learn in school.

Storm · 06-22-2009, 04:55 PM

That's too funny. It brings back memories of my black powder fun which pales in comparison. I managed to blow the sleeve off my jacket and still have some powder in my arm. When I went to school the next day a rumor was floating around that I tried to commit suicide because of the bandage on my wrist - compliments of Maine Medical Center.

I wasn't exactly a child terrorist. It was just a science experiment gone wrong. After the explosion and black cloud, my friend informed me that black powder burns at a rate of six feet per second. The lesson - a six inch black powder fuse is a tad short.

After the black cloud finally disappeared, our hearing was restored, and we had managed to pick most of the dirt and pebble shrapnel out of our skin, the three of us kids involved had a pretty good laugh.

Kids today just don't know how much fun they're missing. And that's not necessarily a bad thing.

weekender · 06-22-2009, 06:48 PM

brings back memories, I had this replica of a cannon I found in a used car, wait, this was our thread, and a dang funny one too...

Jared D · 06-25-2009, 06:59 PM

Oh, damn, that reminds me of my youth. WOW.... too scary.

Reel life · 06-25-2009, 07:11 PM

that is the best I have read on this site yet

this just made my day better

Agitated88 · 06-25-2009, 07:28 PM

Well written and funny as hell!!!

Fish Biz · 07-02-2009, 10:25 AM

I can't see the screen through the tears. That my friend is some funny shit and it brings back a boat load of memories. Thanks for sharing Tim

06-22-2009, 11:06 AM	#1
offshore Crab mustard is good Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 725 Credits: 2,804.5 Boat: "TinaLouise" Home Port: Wanchese,NC Blog Entries: 5	Archery teaches dicipline!! I read this and thought it was funny as crap!! Good read! The following was forwarded to me by a friend, it is kind of long, but, OMG is it funny!!!! 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 place sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough sumbich. That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazzard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up Tshirt 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. Anyway, one summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I look 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 it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner . . lets 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) to add to the excitement. 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...1lb pyrodex and 16 oz of ether should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker - you know? You know what? Screw 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 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 WTF 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 - SHIT. 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 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 could 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 mother 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 GODDAMIT 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 feet over our backyard. There is a Honda 185s three 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 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 muzzle loaders 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. Something they won't learn in school.

07-02-2009, 10:25 AM	#7
Fish Biz Stop staring at my Avatar. Join Date: May 2007 Posts: 384 Credits: 9,884.4	I can't see the screen through the tears. That my friend is some funny shit and it brings back a boat load of memories. Thanks for sharing Tim __________________ Advertise NOW on SportFishermen.com (Text Ads + FORUM SIGNATURES)

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06-22-2009, 04:55 PM	#2
Storm Anthony's Ark is a blowboater Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: Cape Elizabeth, Maine Posts: 276 Credits: 2,148.3	That's too funny. It brings back memories of my black powder fun which pales in comparison. I managed to blow the sleeve off my jacket and still have some powder in my arm. When I went to school the next day a rumor was floating around that I tried to commit suicide because of the bandage on my wrist - compliments of Maine Medical Center. I wasn't exactly a child terrorist. It was just a science experiment gone wrong. After the explosion and black cloud, my friend informed me that black powder burns at a rate of six feet per second. The lesson - a six inch black powder fuse is a tad short. After the black cloud finally disappeared, our hearing was restored, and we had managed to pick most of the dirt and pebble shrapnel out of our skin, the three of us kids involved had a pretty good laugh. Kids today just don't know how much fun they're missing. And that's not necessarily a bad thing.

06-22-2009, 06:48 PM	#3
weekender I think Admin is going to let me have this space Join Date: Feb 2005 Posts: 1,324 Credits: 3,098.0	brings back memories, I had this replica of a cannon I found in a used car, wait, this was our thread, and a dang funny one too...

06-25-2009, 06:59 PM	#4
Jared D Sit down Shut up And fish Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Jacksonville Florida Posts: 517 Credits: 8,872.3 Best Catch: Chica	Oh, damn, that reminds me of my youth. WOW.... too scary.

06-25-2009, 07:11 PM	#5
Reel life Got fish Join Date: Jun 2008 Posts: 172 Credits: 1,875.8 Boat: skiff Home Port: swansboro Best Catch: 67 in sail 56 in red drum	that is the best I have read on this site yet this just made my day better

06-25-2009, 07:28 PM	#6
Agitated88 I think Admin is going to let me have this space Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Wherever Uncle Sam sends me Posts: 1,379 Credits: 3,959.7 Boat: Yet to be determined... Home Port: Hoopers Island, MD Best Catch: released est 125# BFT Occupation: hunt'n down bad guys...AWAC's style	Well written and funny as hell!!!