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............

I once saw a rural mailbox that for all the world looked just like a cheap tin one. Only it was made out of cast iron.
 
Years ago I had a couple of buddies who decided they were going to clean up on fish in a farm pond. The wired about 6 sticks of dynamite together lit the fuse and tossed it in the pond. There was a hell of a muffled explosion and my buddies ended up covered with mud. Upon examination there was a couple of small fish floating on the surface. I tried to get the American Sportsman program which was on the air at that time to film a re-enactment of this but for some reason they declined!
Jim
 
In our troubled early teen years we'd ride BART into San Francisco and get M200s in Chinatown.

Drop them things down the sewer grates and it echoed a deep loud whomp whomp whomp... through the entire neighborhood. Big subdivision, probably 500 homes. All the dogs went nuts. Barking made more noise than the M200s. :D
 
I was contracted to blow beaver dams for a water company. Beavers had completely dammed their water supply. I had successfully blown a dozen or so holes in the dam. One last charge and I would be done. My 12 year old nephew was along for labor. He so wanted to do a shot himself, so the last charge was his. I supervised as he prepared the shot and set it. All that was left was detonation. When fired the mud, sticks and beaver poop did an abrupt left turn and went right through the open drivers side window in my brand new pickup with cloth seats. It was in slow motion and you could see it materializing. I looked back and my nephew was hurt I thought as he was doubled over in the pond holding his stomach. What the little fink was doing was laughing so hard he could not stand.
 
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