Harmless but stupid, boys will be boys

I had a friend who tried to bulldog a running mule deer from the back of a flatbed pickup up. I will admit to being the driver but I could never get close enough so I blame the lack of a hazer. The fence was not enough deterrent to running straight.
 
We did that also at about the same age.
First time was "that was cool".
Second time was "I don't wanna do that no more. It might hurt and we would get in trouble".

Stupidly, we kept doing it till our dad discovered what we were doing. Needless to say, we couldn't sit sown without hurting in a certain area for a few hours. :o To this day, I still hate Hickory switches.:(
 
THE OLD TECHNICOLOR MOTOR HOME HUH?

In the 80's, I was on a few tour buses that kept Amyl Nitrate 'poppers' around for hangovers.

Just sayin'.

EVEN THOUGH the statute of limitations has LONG run out, I still won't talk about many of the dumb/illegal things we did. It's a miracle we are here to NOT talk about them.
Poking bee hives with sticks wasn't too bright, but it was legal. ;)
 
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Our little gang had great instincts for self preservation and always had each other's backs. Our fathers raised us right and while we did not fear them, we knew what the consequences would be if we did not contain our destructive natures.
Mistakes were made, hell was paid and we managed to keep fire and explosions limited to what we could clean up in a pinch. Large holes were dug in undeveloped areas, tunneled in and shored up then covered with the vegetation replanted. Platforms were lashed together high in the pines and seasonal shelters built. Jon boats were hauled via bikes and a red wagon to the coast and .22's were carried to the rock pits in the western reaches.
All this happened with 5 or 6 of us between 8 and 13.
We were young and dumb but we earned the trust of our parents by not screwing up irreversibly.
We knew they had our backs and never wished to violate that trust.
 
I grew up in an apartment complex in the '50s and we decided to see who could make the biggest dent in building drain pipes w/a bare fist. Bigger guys made bigger dents (I was a tall skinny kid), but I somehow never hurt myself seriously, but how dumb is that?

About a week before my son's 18th birthday, he tried to show his imbecile girlfriend how hard he could punch a telephone pole. I got called to the hospital. I forget how many bones he broke. I told him that in a week, he would be 18, and after that he could punch all the telephone poles he wanted, but I didn't have to pay for the medical bills. They would be all his responsibility.
 
Whipped cream... oh, yeah, I remember.

Spray several cans of the stuff into a paper grocery bag -- until it's about two-thirds full. Pinch the open end of the bag closed. Slip the open end of the bag under your friend's dorm room door. Drop a Sears catalog on the bag.

Instant snow storm.

We used canned shaving cream which worked just as good!
 
During college, I had an apartment with three other guys (all of us were engineering students) and we lived on the 6th floor (top floor). Our window overlooked the rear of the building and parking lot for the building. Just under our window was the driveway into the parking lot so no cars were ever parked under our window. I graduate college in 1966 so this occurred more than 50 years.

Wooden "strike anywhere" matches were the big thing. The four of us would drop the matches from our window to see whose match would light on impact. Getting them strike nose first was a problem which I solved by cutting a small "X" into the wooden end of the match stick and putting small paper fins on the rear. Every match I dropped would light. Soon single matches soon became boring. Several matches were bundled together with fins were soon falling. Next step was to add a single lady-finger firecracker to the match bundle. As before, these soon became boring and we decided to move up a step. The next device consisted of a plastic soda straw with two IBM computer punch cards as fins with several matches stuck in the end of the straw, opposite of the card fins and three or four lady-finger fire crackers. We launched several of our latest versions on a Sunday night which were all successful.

On the following Monday morning I was returning from classes and the building manager was standing in the lobby of the building and was talking to two police officers and she was holding two of our straw/computer card devices and complaining about how just hated "G** D** engineers". I went back to the apartment and we decided to abandon further models we were planning which involved cherry bombs.
 
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Those are called "whippets" and are the fourth trashiest method of getting high:

#1 huffing gas
#2 huffing paint
#3 huffing keyboard cleaner
#4 whippets

Protip: When you get nitrous oxide from a dentist, they carefully measure out the amount of NO and O you get, so you don't suffocate, or suffer brain and neuron damage. When you suck it out of a can, on the other hand, you don't get the careful measuring, just the brain damage.

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I hate to make the joke, because it's so horribly over-used, but I have to...

...and these kids think I shouldn't have guns.

Also

...we better edjumacate them on what those things are for. Cuz that's what we call a self-propagating problem.
 
worst beating I ever got from my grandfather (which really wasn't as bad as one from my father ;)) was when he caught us trying to stampede the cows by shooting them in the butt with our bb guns. Thinking back on what we used to do as kids, I marvel that I am alive still having all of my fingers and both eyes:eek:
Oh...and no criminal record ;)
 
BAD BOYS, BAD BOYS, WHATCHA GONNA DO?

During college, I had an apartment with three other guys (all of us were engineering students) and we lived on the 6th floor (top floor). Our window overlooked the rear of the building and parking lot for the building. Just under our window was the driveway into the parking lot so no cars were ever parked under our window. I graduate college in 1966 so this occurred more than 50 years.

Wooden "strike anywhere" matches were the big thing. The four of us would drop the matches from our window to see whose match would light on impact. Getting them strike nose first was a problem which I solved by cutting a small "X" into the wooden end of the match stick and putting small paper fins on the rear. Every match I dropped would light. Soon single matches soon became boring. Several matches were bundled together with fins were soon falling. Next step was to add a single lady-finger firecracker to the match bundle. As before, these soon became boring and we decided to move up a step. The next device consisted of a plastic soda straw with two IBM computer punch cards as fins with several matches stuck in the end of the straw, opposite of the card fins and three or four lady-finger fire crackers. We launched several of our latest versions on a Sunday night which were all successful.

On the following Monday morning I was returning from classes and the building manager was standing in the lobby of the building and was talking to two police officers and she was holding two of our straw/computer card devices and complaining about how just hated "G** D** engineers". I went back to the apartment and we decided to abandon further models we were planning which involved cherry bombs.

LOOK OUT, Revenge of the nerds. :D Our hijinks were much less sophisticated. :)
 
4th of July on Lake Cisco. Taped bottles along the side of the boats for bottle rocket battles. After a near mishap when 1 exploded near the gas can/tank; do we stop? Oh heck no, we just engineer a plywood barrier to protect the area & keep going.

Funnest was getting about 6 people on each side of the street & stretching Christmas ribbon across the road. We got fairly good at judging speed/stopping distance. But it was best if they hit it just hard enough to break the ribbon before we all scattered.
 
EVEN THOUGH the statute of limitations has LONG run out, I still won't talk about many of the dumb/illegal things we did. It's a miracle we are here to NOT talk about them. ;)

Agreed, but I will say many involved fireworks which until last year were totally illegal here Had a lot of fun last summer introducing my young granddaughters to the joys of fireworks and the safe handling of them.
 
The number of stories I'm dying to tell my boys (both in their early 20s) about my "youthful antics" still vastly outnumber the number of stories my wife will actually allow me to tell them about my misguided youth. And rightfully so.
 
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