A True .22 Story

[mnshutterbug]

Several years ago, due to an emergency, I had to leave my German Shepherd home alone all night for the first and only time. He'd managed to get into a box of 22's and chewed up a bunch. There were dents in many of the bullets from his teeth. We were both darned lucky he didn't blow a hole through his head.

 

[Johnnu2]

I've often thought that experiences such as those above-noted have made you guys better (and more aware) PARENTS. OR, like me, made the decision not to breed .
I sure didn't want to spend the days and nights that MY father spent worrying about the two maniacs that he had.

As always, IMHO

J.

 

[reccpd101]

I never realized, before today, that I apparently grew up with many of you!

It's a wonder any of us made it out of our teenage years.

In my neck of the woods, it was a miracle we made it to our teenage years !!!!!

 

[wetdog1911]

We were sitting around a campfire once......When an idiot tossed a handful of .22's into the fire. We "broke camp!" and didn't come back to the fire till long after the popping stopped. That person had to leave or get an "butt" whipping.

That was a favorite 'prank' of John Moses Browning on camping/hunting trips of which there were many, he did love the outdoors.

Rob

 

[Mike SC Hunter]

Back in the day (WAAAY back), we'd steal a handful of .22s from my friends brother. Then we'd go out in the street and smack them with a hammer.! Really cool, until my friend Mark got a little piece of brass in his cheek. We quit the practice then and there; even as youngsters realized Mark could have been blinded.

You had a street?.........All we had was a dirt road.

 

[lihpster]

When my brother was a teenager, he and his buddy used to take my dads rifle powder and they would pour a little on the ground and light the pile with a match. After having used up most of 2 pounds of powder, they realized they were getting low. So, one day my brother decides to switch from smokeless to black powder. They go to their favorite Explosive Testing Ground, a small clearing at the top of a 20 foot "cliff" accessed by climbing a garden hose "rope". My brother tells his buddy to wait for him before touching off any of the powder as he knows it's different stuff, but his buddy doesn't. Buddy goes up first, my brother gets halfway up and there's a puff of smoke and then screaming. Buddy found a slug, poured a big old pile of FFF on it and touched it off. While leaning right over it. Flash comes up and burns the hell out of his face. He goes into shock, my brother had to carry him home. They put him on a helicopter and flew him 70 miles to the burn center. Luckily he came out of it without scarring and said it was a great experience because the nurses would give him ice cream whenever he wanted it.

 

[Ron IL]

This sounds like my neighborhood. Baby boomers. We had lots of kids in those days. I always said it was a wonder we all lived through childhood.

 

[SuperMan]

Friend when I was a kid in the 60s put a .22 LR round headfirst into the ground and shot the base with his BB gun....it went off and the shell casing came back with enough force to bury itself into his upper lip...

 

[Richard Simmons]

Not a .22 story but still an example of young and dumb. As related to me by one of my childhood friends. He found a .300 Savage round for his fathers Savage 99. For whatever reason he thought it would be a good idea to hold the cartridge on the garage workbench with a pair of pliers, lay the tip of a 16 penny nail against the primer then hit the head of the nail with a hammer.

I don’t recall the specifics of what happened next other than a broken window near the work bench and a ruined pair of under wear.


There was another incident that I recall where I thought it would be fun to take some pistol primers, lay them on a cinder block and whack them with a hammer. I was having a wild time until a piece of a primer ended up in my calf. Still there after 50+ years.

 

[Protocall_Design]

You had a street?.........All we had was a dirt road.

You had a dirt road??? All we has was a game trail through the forest.

 

[Dvus]

Small pistol primers glued to the heads of .22 pellets and fired at glass pop bottles with a little gasoline in them. I still continue to deny it.

 

[opoefc]

My story of stupid things we kids did, was during WW2 in San Diego there were a lot of Navy pilots training at the North Island Navy Air Station. Often these newbys crashed their airplanes around the back country, leavng opportunities for us kids to salvage .50 cal ammo from the wreckage. We then place these rounds on the street car tracks a short distance from a car stop location and waited for the cars to run over them, resulting in a very large "BANG" , much to our amusement and the anger of the street car drivers. I don't recall any injuries to anyone, but people waiting for the streetcar set some new altitude records for the standing long jump ! Ed

 

[pharmer]

Like I tell everyone else, my life before the age of 40 has been erased in a "data loss." I certainly wouldn't want my "youthful pyrotechnical experiences" discussed in public. Joe