Fun on the Farm: Ever get the urge to put an M80 in a cow pie and light the fuse?

Some kids were making a habit out of baseball batting mail boxes on my sister's road. I used some 8" pipe and 1/4" plate, ground and sanded the welds to make nice duplicate of a normal large mail box. Painted it up pretty with flowers and stuff on the sides. She found the shattered bat beside the road. I bet that guys hands stung for a week. :D Mail box was fine. Its out on the post iin front of my house now. Waiting waiting waiting............


They'll be back with an M-80!!!!!

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Ya'll ever ponder; how on this forum, we can discuss cow krap in upwards of fifty posts, but can't hardly get in two post on some D.C. "residents" before the hammer falls ?

Shall we deem one more desirable to be around than the other ?
 
Back about 1960-61 at our summer camp. I had one of my father's friends built me one of his home made slingshots. That thing was a Magnum, much stronger than anything you could purchase & could launch projectile with a very good range depending on the angle you released it.

Bill and I got very good at launching cherry bombs, ash cans etc.. We had it down to a science one of us would man the slingshot and pull it back with a ash can taped to a small rock if we were shooting into water. The other would light the fuse! The rock weight would add weight and more importantly allow the package to sink into the water. If no weight it would land on the water and then go off. With weight it would sink and as these had waterproof fusees go off deep in the water.:D

We had a old grouch of a neighbor about a 1/4 mile down the road and we owed him a pay back for giving us kids a hard time.

He was fishing in his boat about a 140 yards off of shore one summer night about 10PM. We snuck into the woods and as fast as we could launched 2 bombs. They both struck the water within 20 yards of the boat and went off like watching a war time depth charge go off. He could not prove that we are the ones that bombed him and he did not know how we did it.

My father could not prove it either but my Magnum slingshot was confiscated and the family friend was told not to make me another.:(
 
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That's called "vandalism" and "malicious destruction of property".

It happened to my parents a lot...my mom's hand decorated mailboxes and dad's custom posts were frequent targets of punks whose parents never taught them to respect the property of others.

Wish I could have caught the little so-and-sos who were doing it. They'd have learned how a mailbox could become part of their wardrobe.

Still happens-at least on the street where my nephews home is. My nephew does a bit of woodworking and made a large--really looked great too) wooden revolver and attached it to his mailbox. He caught his anti-gun neighbors trying to destroy his artwork. I dont know the full story but, the neighbors threatened him with an ax, my nephew had his .357 w/ him--the neighbors retreated quickly.

The revolver is still there I might add, and those neighbors moved.
 
I kinda miss Black Cat bottle-rocket fights and BB gun wars. Well not really-just the bottle rockets part.
 
Don't.

Just don't.
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Funny every time.
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Ya'll ever ponder; how on this forum, we can discuss cow krap in upwards of fifty posts, but can't hardly get in two post on some D.C. "residents" before the hammer falls ?

I think that's as it should be. I didn't come here for that kind of debate. If I want to roll in that I can go to Farcebook.

Cow manure, on the other hand, is something we can agree on. :D:D
 
Slingshots Hey I have one of those.


Each side has 4 pieces of 3/4" surgical tubing. . I hook it to a couple trees with some 1/4" cables and cock it with a snatch block and my truck winch, fire it with a quick release and a lanyard. I DON'T get in line with it. It will fire a potato farther tthan my spud cannon does.
 
M-80's and gallon Folgers cans were a blast.

Half gallon juice cans with one end removed.
Wasn't too sure what would happen so when it was lit we ran about 20 ft. and hid behind a tree. After the report we slowly walked back to the spot wondering what happened to the can. Standing there looking around the can clattered to the ground a few seconds later with the top bulged but still in one piece.

Almost 50 years later... good memories.
 
Half gallon juice cans with one end removed.
Wasn't too sure what would happen so when it was lit we ran about 20 ft. and hid behind a tree. After the report we slowly walked back to the spot wondering what happened to the can. Standing there looking around the can clattered to the ground a few seconds later with the top bulged but still in one piece.

Almost 50 years later... good memories.

Indeed! We drove a metal fence post in the ground and looped some wire through holes in the sides of the can to help give a vector to all of that overpressure. Those were the days. M-80's and metal cans and shooting brass tipped arrows straight up in the air and running like the idiots we were.

Memories indeed.
 
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