I used to love holding these in my hand as tight as I could and let them blow up. You had to hold them real tight with the tips of your fingers on the very end.
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I used to love holding these in my hand as tight as I could and let them blow up. You had to hold them real tight with the tips of your fingers on the very end.
Not the M90's....the little black cat firecrackers that you unravel. I did it under adult supervision and they were usually intoxicated. I still have all 10 fingers, but I don't recommend anyone trying this. I'm not responsible for the loss of any limbs or damage to any.
I threw one of the big ones into the toilette in a Motel in Little Rock when working there one year.
Talk about water and red paper all over the bath room.
Me didn't do that again.
Talk about water and red paper all over the bath room.
Me didn't do that again.
Short fuses on them things. I didn't have time to flush. I barely made it out of the room.
You gotta twist a few fuses together.
finally a decent turn!
I knew if I hung around long enough somebody would get this thread headed down a decent path.
I used to get a few gross of the agricultural grade m-80's around the holidays each year. There is a name for people that take liberties with those, "Nubby"!
One fun thing to do was go down to the river, Huge I-beams under the bridge that was a quarter mile long or so and when you tossed one of the m-80's up on the I-beam the beam hummed like a tuning fork for awhile after the explosion. Never gave much thought to what the drivers passing overhead thought of all this. :thumbup:
Wrapping a little wire around those M-80's made great fish bait too, by the way Terry. Game warden wanted to know how I was catching so many fish. I took him out in the boat one day and showed him. He was all upset, started hollering and yelling something about laws. I just lit the fuse on another m-80 and handed it to him, "You gonna talk or you gonna fish?"
Hu
I knew if I hung around long enough somebody would get this thread headed down a decent path.
I used to get a few gross of the agricultural grade m-80's around the holidays each year. There is a name for people that take liberties with those, "Nubby"!
One fun thing to do was go down to the river, Huge I-beams under the bridge that was a quarter mile long or so and when you tossed one of the m-80's up on the I-beam the beam hummed like a tuning fork for awhile after the explosion. Never gave much thought to what the drivers passing overhead thought of all this. :thumbup:
Wrapping a little wire around those M-80's made great fish bait too, by the way Terry. Game warden wanted to know how I was catching so many fish. I took him out in the boat one day and showed him. He was all upset, started hollering and yelling something about laws. I just lit the fuse on another m-80 and handed it to him, "You gonna talk or you gonna fish?"
Hu
when i was 13 i beat John Abruzzo and Tony Belvedere playing home run derby
that's also the year the legend of LDD (longdickindaddy) was born
it was 5 or 6 years before i ran up to 151 points playing Tom Dvorack 21 for a $1 a point, he got to 24 or 25 with his chance to tie
what, me worry
that's also the year the legend of LDD (longdickindaddy) was born
it was 5 or 6 years before i ran up to 151 points playing Tom Dvorack 21 for a $1 a point, he got to 24 or 25 with his chance to tie
what, me worry
you can come, but you're on your own in hanging w/ the big dogs down here. we don't use bottles, for our bottle rockets.
and if you ricochet it off the neighbors' roof(s) onto their car(s) - then the Rule is to flap-jack in your black-clad with flashlights out, till the coast is clear, and then all meet-up @ predetermined location, via said's back door till the cops clear.tonight, i am happy to report that everyone still has their fingers, and we don't need bond via an AZB fundraiser. (although, i think i broke a nail!)
I will never forget our epic bottle rocket war when I was about 15. We had about 30 M100's and 30 gross' of bottle rockets. There were no teams and about 10 people. We took all of the bottle rockets out of the packs and put them in a box loose from all wrappers. This box was the community box. We all had a few roman candles a piece too. Those were good for a few direct hits with 10 shots in each one.
My step dad had a huge pvc pipe for his launcher and a propane torch for his lighter. He was shooting 3 packs of rockets at a time and we were getting smoked. My cousin got tired of getting hammered by him and threw a M-100 in the community box of rockets. It wound up igniting every rocket in the box and we were all looking for cover. Those were good times.
My step dad had a huge pvc pipe for his launcher and a propane torch for his lighter. He was shooting 3 packs of rockets at a time and we were getting smoked. My cousin got tired of getting hammered by him and threw a M-100 in the community box of rockets. It wound up igniting every rocket in the box and we were all looking for cover. Those were good times.
the little ones are totally doable, the trick is like he said, pinch the very end of it tightly.
I used to play with fireworks all the time when I was a kid. Even made huge "bombs" out of match heads and gunpowder, but I was always careful and lucky. Even so there were a few close calls. Anyone trying the firecracker trick better be damned careful. The tips on your fingers have a high nerve density and are essential in many activities...Even a small firecracker going off in your hands can cause irreversible damage, and you wouldn't want that.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...-lit-illegal-firework-bedroom-girlfriend.html
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...-lit-illegal-firework-bedroom-girlfriend.html
Don't say you haven't been warned......
I've told this story previously so I will be brief. I was about 17 years old, fast as lightning and thought I was smarter than the average fireworks user.
It was New Year's Eve and I had a dozen or so Cherry Bombs. I also had a railroad flare found on the railroad tracks that would burn for a while so I used that as my match stick. My goal was to see how high I could throw the Cherry Bombs before they would go off. It was a timing thing and I was pretty good at it. No worries, I had 20/15 vision in both eyes and was fast as a mongoose and had excellent eye/hand coordination.
I would light the Cherry Bombs from the flare which lay on the concrete street and as soon as the fuse started I would toss it as high as I could. Several times I was exploding them near the power lines in the neighborhood much to my ignorance and stupidity. Anyway, as I was lighting this one particular Cherry Bomb, the fuse didn't seem to want to ignite. Finally as I am closely watching the fuse, I see the flame travel up the outside of the fuse rather than having lit powder spew out of the end of the fuse. Faster than a mongoose and with exceptional skill that an idiot savant would be proud of, I rear back to fling the Cherry Bomb and just as my arm and hand moved forward, the Cherry Bomb goes off in my hand.
My hand is numb, blood everywhere; I am scared and rush into the house, hollering for my mom to come count my fingers because I couldn't. I went into the bathroom to wash the blood from my hand and it was a steady flow of blood that filled the sink. Still I couldn't count my fingers. My mom came into the bathroom and screamed at me something awful, then she told me that I had all my fingers and thumb. The Cherry Bomb had blown all of the skin off of my finger tips and the palm of my hand. A piece of the Cherry Bomb was imbedded rather deep into my palm and stayed there for at least a couple of weeks. The hand looked like I stuck it out of a speeding car and dragged it along the highway. Every piece of skin on the inside of my hand was gone. The doctors could not bandage the wound and I had to wear a plastic bag over the hand for a few weeks until the skin started to repair itself. I assume I took some antibiotics but I don't remember doing so. That was the last time I held fireworks in my hand. Oh yeah, and don't believe anyone who says you can remove your finger prints by removing the skin from your fingers, at least not permanently.
JoeyA
I've told this story previously so I will be brief. I was about 17 years old, fast as lightning and thought I was smarter than the average fireworks user.
It was New Year's Eve and I had a dozen or so Cherry Bombs. I also had a railroad flare found on the railroad tracks that would burn for a while so I used that as my match stick. My goal was to see how high I could throw the Cherry Bombs before they would go off. It was a timing thing and I was pretty good at it. No worries, I had 20/15 vision in both eyes and was fast as a mongoose and had excellent eye/hand coordination.
I would light the Cherry Bombs from the flare which lay on the concrete street and as soon as the fuse started I would toss it as high as I could. Several times I was exploding them near the power lines in the neighborhood much to my ignorance and stupidity. Anyway, as I was lighting this one particular Cherry Bomb, the fuse didn't seem to want to ignite. Finally as I am closely watching the fuse, I see the flame travel up the outside of the fuse rather than having lit powder spew out of the end of the fuse. Faster than a mongoose and with exceptional skill that an idiot savant would be proud of, I rear back to fling the Cherry Bomb and just as my arm and hand moved forward, the Cherry Bomb goes off in my hand.
My hand is numb, blood everywhere; I am scared and rush into the house, hollering for my mom to come count my fingers because I couldn't. I went into the bathroom to wash the blood from my hand and it was a steady flow of blood that filled the sink. Still I couldn't count my fingers. My mom came into the bathroom and screamed at me something awful, then she told me that I had all my fingers and thumb. The Cherry Bomb had blown all of the skin off of my finger tips and the palm of my hand. A piece of the Cherry Bomb was imbedded rather deep into my palm and stayed there for at least a couple of weeks. The hand looked like I stuck it out of a speeding car and dragged it along the highway. Every piece of skin on the inside of my hand was gone. The doctors could not bandage the wound and I had to wear a plastic bag over the hand for a few weeks until the skin started to repair itself. I assume I took some antibiotics but I don't remember doing so. That was the last time I held fireworks in my hand. Oh yeah, and don't believe anyone who says you can remove your finger prints by removing the skin from your fingers, at least not permanently.
JoeyA
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Wow,that must have been horrifying!
I had a similar thing happen to me, but with nowhere near the damage. A buddy found a dud firecracker that still had about 1/4" of fuse left on it. He stuck it in the flare to light it, but was blinded by the brightness. He pulled it closer to see if it was lit, and when he saw that the fuse was almost gone, he reared back to throw it... only his right hand was about 2" from my left ear when it went off.
It was only a small firecracker, so his hand was hurt, but OK. My ear, however, was deaf for days. Even today that is my bad ear, probably because of the damage it likely caused to the eardrum.
All that aside, I have to admit I'm an incorrigible pyro. If it burns, melts, or explodes, I want to have it. Almost set the house on fire once, playing around with boiling candle wax and an alcohol lamp. I got it out, then ran away and hid in a tree until my father was in bed. Caused a few nasty brushfires playing with matches as well. Funny thing, one of my biggest fears is burning to death in a fire.
These days I satisfy my need for fire with some welding and a bit of hot glass benchwork at the oxy-propane torch, and the nightly fire in the chiminea on the deck. Safety is paramount now. Used up the last of my extra lives years ago.
We used to play with gasoline A LOT in a shallow creek bed. We would pour a gallon or two on top of the water and light it with a match. One day we burned up about 30 yards of the bank and the trees along the bank. We got it out by throwing big rocks in the water and causing splashes, but that took a while.
Speaking of bazookas. I think I might make me a tater gun today.
bottle rockets and other things
Before the banning we would buy a few dozen grosses of bottle rockets for wars. The trick was to light them and give them a fling underhanded so they ignited on the way to the target. My neighbor two doors down and I had the wars for years until the neighbor in between got whiney. The midair launches could be unpredictable which was some of the appeal.
Back in the day roman candles had a nasty tendency to ignite all at once, sometimes blowing all the balls out the back. Usually made the newspaper every holiday about somebody getting badly burned with one so I never played with them. Stick them in the ground or a bottle and step back.
Joey's story about the cherry bomb reminded me of my brother. He was standing over the 12" culvert in the front ditch dropping cherry bombs from his waist like marbles. The goal was to have them explode as they touched the water. He did it six or eight times successfully thankfully.
I had one of the silver salutes blow up just after it left my hand, close enough to numb it but not do any real damage. That was enough to make me a little more cautious. I do remember going across the levee when I was a kid and finding some glass bottles. A silver salute was just a little less powerful than the agricultural m-80s and wedged in the mouth of a glass bottle. We thought it was cool to wedge one in the mouth of a bottle and throw it like a molotov cocktail then duck behind a rotten log. We would admire the big pieces of glass stuck in the log then do it again!
Just counted, still have standard issue number of fingers, toes, and eyes. The Lord really does look after fools and drunks!
Hu
Before the banning we would buy a few dozen grosses of bottle rockets for wars. The trick was to light them and give them a fling underhanded so they ignited on the way to the target. My neighbor two doors down and I had the wars for years until the neighbor in between got whiney. The midair launches could be unpredictable which was some of the appeal.
Back in the day roman candles had a nasty tendency to ignite all at once, sometimes blowing all the balls out the back. Usually made the newspaper every holiday about somebody getting badly burned with one so I never played with them. Stick them in the ground or a bottle and step back.
Joey's story about the cherry bomb reminded me of my brother. He was standing over the 12" culvert in the front ditch dropping cherry bombs from his waist like marbles. The goal was to have them explode as they touched the water. He did it six or eight times successfully thankfully.
I had one of the silver salutes blow up just after it left my hand, close enough to numb it but not do any real damage. That was enough to make me a little more cautious. I do remember going across the levee when I was a kid and finding some glass bottles. A silver salute was just a little less powerful than the agricultural m-80s and wedged in the mouth of a glass bottle. We thought it was cool to wedge one in the mouth of a bottle and throw it like a molotov cocktail then duck behind a rotten log. We would admire the big pieces of glass stuck in the log then do it again!
Just counted, still have standard issue number of fingers, toes, and eyes. The Lord really does look after fools and drunks!
Hu