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ShootingArts said:
I was in the middle of turning a pair of wooden cannons with five feet diameter wheels and six feet barrels when Hurricane Ida took my shop. I had the places picked out about halfway up my drive so when somebody dropped off the highway and down a fairly steep incline they would find themselves facing a pair of full sized revolutionary war style cannons. Once painted they would have looked very real.

Another toy I was looking for a barrel for, a bowling ball cannon! Black powder cannons are completely legal to own, no paperwork required. Even better, used bowling balls can be had cheap or free and the finger holes make some wicked oscalating whistling noises as they fly.

True story, a pair of brothers found a huge cannon in Lake Ponchatrain. The barrel is fourteen feet long and the bore a foot or more. It was in about ten feet of water, most of the lake isn't deep. They worked their asses off for three days getting it up. The local government sat back and watched knowing they could stake a claim to it. After the brothers got it to shore the bastards seized it. It sits in front of the town hall now!

Speaking of narrow minded authorities, I was near England Airforce Base where they trained pilots on Warthogs. Those things are ugly but they sure can cook. I had a screaming red wrecker that they buzzed at least three times. Came at me head on and very low once, a wee bit intimidating. Another time they blindsided me in poor light and came across my driver's door, rocked my world before I even knew they were there. Only short notice when they dropped in nose to nose but a lot better than no notice. There was a live fire range nearby and it wouldn't matter much if it was just a burst of 30mm dummies that hit a one ton wrecker. They were just playing of course!

Another time I sent two of my men out in the wrecker to pick up a car I bought. They came back noticeably pale. A pair of 'hogs had rocked their world too. When that happens you are waiting for the next "gotcha"! One of the big brass came by my business wanting something as a customer and I laughed about the wrecker story, just my first at the time. He didn't laugh at all, wanted a couple pairs of wings and more, a very serious offense. My memory concerning where and when got bad in a hurry.

Training pilots involves the occasional oops and two guys found a warthog engine in a local river. Shallow river, I assume it was partially above the surface. They figured a jet engine would be cool to have and in a navigable river, legitimate salvage. Didn't take long for the news to spread and the air force paid them a visit. Give them the engine back or get a crapload of serious charges, parts of those engines were top secret! They were told their first stop would be a military prison, their second stop might be over water, very very deep water! The air force got their engine back.

Hu
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Good sir, I enjoy your tales immensely but I'll need to return to that wall later.
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ShootingArts said:
I was in the middle of turning a pair of wooden cannons with five feet diameter wheels and six feet barrels when Hurricane Ida took my shop. I had the places picked out about halfway up my drive so when somebody dropped off the highway and down a fairly steep incline they would find themselves facing a pair of full sized revolutionary war style cannons. Once painted they would have looked very real.

Another toy I was looking for a barrel for, a bowling ball cannon! Black powder cannons are completely legal to own, no paperwork required. Even better, used bowling balls can be had cheap or free and the finger holes make some wicked oscalating whistling noises as they fly.

True story, a pair of brothers found a huge cannon in Lake Ponchatrain. The barrel is fourteen feet long and the bore a foot or more. It was in about ten feet of water, most of the lake isn't deep. They worked their asses off for three days getting it up. The local government sat back and watched knowing they could stake a claim to it. After the brothers got it to shore the bastards seized it. It sits in front of the town hall now!

Speaking of narrow minded authorities, I was near England Airforce Base where they trained pilots on Warthogs. Those things are ugly but they sure can cook. I had a screaming red wrecker that they buzzed at least three times. Came at me head on and very low once, a wee bit intimidating. Another time they blindsided me in poor light and came across my driver's door, rocked my world before I even knew they were there. Only short notice when they dropped in nose to nose but a lot better than no notice. There was a live fire range nearby and it wouldn't matter much if it was just a burst of 30mm dummies that hit a one ton wrecker. They were just playing of course!

Another time I sent two of my men out in the wrecker to pick up a car I bought. They came back noticeably pale. A pair of 'hogs had rocked their world too. When that happens you are waiting for the next "gotcha"! One of the big brass came by my business wanting something as a customer and I laughed about the wrecker story, just my first at the time. He didn't laugh at all, wanted a couple pairs of wings and more, a very serious offense. My memory concerning where and when got bad in a hurry.

Training pilots involves the occasional oops and two guys found a warthog engine in a local river. Shallow river, I assume it was partially above the surface. They figured a jet engine would be cool to have and in a navigable river, legitimate salvage. Didn't take long for the news to spread and the air force paid them a visit. Give them the engine back or get a crapload of serious charges, parts of those engines were top secret! They were told their first stop would be a military prison, their second stop might be over water, very very deep water! The air force got their engine back.

Hu
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You have some great stories, I've read them all since about 2011.
I'm a Cajun too, keep 'em coming!
 
boogieman said:
If not, I bet the person who made it has.
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I have seen a couple real staircases, images of others that in my drinking days I would have simply crawled up or down! There was a Banksy type guy years ago that specialized in three D illusion type paintings of things like sink holes in roads that looked so real that people slammed on brakes and dodged them!


Johnny Rosato said:
You have some great stories, I've read them all since about 2011.
I'm a Cajun too, keep 'em coming!
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I knew you were one of the good guys! Now I can label you one of the great ones!

I get a little carried away with the stories sometimes, an outlet when I can't get out. I annoy a few people, many more enjoy the stories so I don't sweat the few sourpusses. No sleep the last night or three and I did ramble a little today. With a little luck I am fixing to catch up and double up on the sleep!

Aside from a few short visits of months or less I have been in South Louisiana all my life. I started to move a few times but then I would just have to drive back here a handful of times a year. Once the swamp water is in your blood, you know how it is!

I was going to school just above Baton Rouge and hitting Breaux Bridge, Lafayette, St Martinville and the general area every weekend and even in high school mostly letting others pay for my bad habits. I was talking about partying at school one day and a girl pointed out there was closer places to party. I looked at her, "no not really!" Only later did I realize she might have been dropping a hint on my blockhead!

I almost went into mourning for a week or two when we lost Jo El Sonnier. I polished my belt buckle many a night listening to him and holding a Cajun babe while she danced.

I was born on the bayou, Latte Nache Bayou in Pointe Coupee Parish and for the most part that was as far north as I got.

Hu
 
ShootingArts said:
I have seen a couple real staircases, images of others that in my drinking days I would have simply crawled up or down! There was a Banksy type guy years ago that specialized in three D illusion type paintings of things like sink holes in roads that looked so real that people slammed on brakes and dodged them!




I knew you were one of the good guys! Now I can label you one of the great ones!

I get a little carried away with the stories sometimes, an outlet when I can't get out. I annoy a few people, many more enjoy the stories so I don't sweat the few sourpusses. No sleep the last night or three and I did ramble a little today. With a little luck I am fixing to catch up and double up on the sleep!

Aside from a few short visits of months or less I have been in South Louisiana all my life. I started to move a few times but then I would just have to drive back here a handful of times a year. Once the swamp water is in your blood, you know how it is!

I was going to school just above Baton Rouge and hitting Breaux Bridge, Lafayette, St Martinville and the general area every weekend and even in high school mostly letting others pay for my bad habits. I was talking about partying at school one day and a girl pointed out there was closer places to party. I looked at her, "no not really!" Only later did I realize she might have been dropping a hint on my blockhead!

I almost went into mourning for a week or two when we lost Jo El Sonnier. I polished my belt buckle many a night listening to him and holding a Cajun babe while she danced.

I was born on the bayou, Latte Nache Bayou in Pointe Coupee Parish and for the most part that was as far north as I got.

Hu
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I beat a guy for $80 at Fast Franky’s in Slidell….and I got Clifton Chenier in my music collection ……can I hang around youse guys?
 
pt109 said:
I beat a guy for $80 at Fast Franky’s in Slidell….and I got Clifton Chenier in my music collection ……can I hang around youse guys?
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My friend, exceptions to every rule! You and a handful of others would be welcome if you were born in New Yark City. Come on down, we will fill you up with seafood, show you a few sites, and declare you an honorary Cajun.

An internet friend from the frozen north came down for a week. I showed him the sites then took him to meet a genuine, lived on the Lac DesAlmonds forever, Cajun. The Cajun is a fantastic wood carver. He carved a Saints jersey you couldn't tell wasn't real from ten feet away! Mostly he is a well known decoy carver. His decoys are so real looking you expect them to quack!

My friend from up country had cut short the visit to the lake, figured he had seen a lake before! He realized he had messed up when he met the carver. "I will come spend a day with Mr Dempster next trip!"

I would like to make a trip through Acadiana. You know that you are in Cajun country when you see almost everybody has more boats than cars in their yard.

Hu
 
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Giving directions was one of the sore points working at service stations. They would call you out in pouring rain to give them directions then tell you your directions were wrong. One person that particularly annoyed my brother, he told them to go west three and and a half miles and turn right. That would have put them dead center of the mile wide Mississippi River!

Normally I just went with the flow and gave simple directions. When people annoyed me I would give them very involved directions that brought them past the station again in a very involved loop. Several people made two laps, the record holder, that I saw, made three six or seven mile laps. Dangerous to annoy the person giving directions!

My brother and a friend were riding big touring motorcycles through a few states. His friend Bill rode a Harley and collected T-Shirts from shops in every state he went through. Pretty sure it was in Mobile Alabama that they dropped off the sled to go to the Harley shop. My brother and I had an absolute gift for finding unsavory neighborhoods and this one looked a little shaky. They weren't afraid of scenery and asked a young man how to get to the Harley shop from there. An old gray haired black man stood by as long as he could, finally he interfered. "No, no, you don't want to send white boys on motorcycles that way!"

Oh well, got to go find a license plate, mine is xpired, um depired, Um it is dead!

Hu
 
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