joke-A boy and his bow-the good old days

[papabear]

Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough sumgun.

That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazzard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place. Keep in mind this was 99.999% humidity swampland so there really wasn't any fire danger... Ill put it this way...a set of post-hole diggers and a 3ft. hole and you had yourself a well.

One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (ether). The light bulb went off... I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner... lets face it to a 10 yr. old mouth-breather like myself, ether really doesn't "sound" flammable. So, I went back into the house and got a 1-pound can of Pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles)... At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the ether can but it all sorta dumped out... No biggie... 1 lb of Pyrodex and 16oz of ether should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker you know? You know what? To heck with that. I'm going back in the house for the other can.

Yes, I got a second can of Pyrodex and dumped it too....Now we're cookin'.

I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2-stroke arrow. I drew the nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a 'clunk' from behind me as the arrow launched from my bow... In slow motion, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck... OH DANG... he just got home from work. So help me, it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a WTH look in his eyes. I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right through the main pile of Pyrodex at the bottom. OH DANG!!!

When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk back from 235 decibels of sound. I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was stuff hovering 1 ft above the ground as far as I could see. It was like a little low-to-the-ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a crawfish or two.

The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE.

There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I said "was". It got up and ran off. So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my Thunder-cats T-shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport having what I can only assume is a Viet Nam flashback, 'ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE, YOUR BRINGIN EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE, DAMNIT CEASE FIRE!!!!!'

His hat has blown off and is 30 ft. behind him in the driveway. All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 ft over our backyard. There is a Honda 185s 3-wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.

I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. But I just don't know- I know I said something. I couldn't hear. Heck...I couldn't hear inside my own head. I don't think he heard me either.... not that it would really matter. I don't remember much from this point on....I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later....repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea. I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR so dad could beat me some more. Bring him back to life so dad can kill him again. Thanks mom.

One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again. Mom had been complaining about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business. Dad sold his muzzleloaders a week or so later, and I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating. Or both.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It's good discipline and will teach them skills they can really use - like to get the butt kicking of a lifetime.

[fordwannabe]

I needed that! Thank you for sharing and anytime you want to write more stories I will read'em. (tears rolling down my face from laughter, my boss just looked in to see if I was alright) Tom

[gamekeeper]

[mklwhite]

Good times... good times!

[J Miller]

My wife and I were laughing so hard we cried. Thanks, we needed some comic relief.

Joe

[Doc Hudson]

That is hilarious!!

I'm surprised I never had the idea of flaming arrows when I was 10.

[fordwannabe]

Doc you missed out!! Long live the Dukes! The reason that is so funny is I can see me or one of my 2 brother trying to do something like that. What one of us didn't think of one of the others did. We had lots of stitches, and cast when we were young but we worked hard, played hard, and try to do what's right, so I guess it was all good. We didn't even catch too much heck from "the old man" because my grandfather told me of the time "little tommy" (my Dad) was found in his grandfather driveway pounding a 30-06 shell with a rock to make it go bang. Tom