Bob,
I remember that, wasn't it "Writes first time, every time"
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Bob,
I remember that, wasn't it "Writes first time, every time"
As kids we took the empty brass ball-point pen refills, cooked the ink out of them and painstakingly loaded them with match heads and caps. Then it would be placed inside a piece of pipe and lit off. Pretty good little rocket. I still have a blue spot on my left palm where the ball blew out of one and lodged under my skin. I guess if I ever get in a MRI that steel ball is coming back out! Its a wonder any of us still have both eyes.
Good thing our grandkids aren't reading this. I did a similar thing. When I emptied the CO2 cartridges in my pellet pistol I'd cut off the end. Then pack it with wooden match heads. If your cut your Dad's aluminum lawn chair you got a tube the was a perfect fit. Lighting that it would go about a half mile just like a rocket. We had a walnut orchard for a back yard and I aimed it over the trees. The reason I know the distance. The next day I was at our local mom & pop grocery and I head them talking about a metal thing that broke out the rear window of their car in the parking lot. It was a half mile away, opps. How many of us used mom's wooden clothes pins and shot wooden matches that lit as they left? Different times in the 50's. No, I wasn't a model child.
I used my 177 air rifle to shoot wooden matches...and they'd go off with a crack when they hit. Surprised I didn't start the world on fire.
Just read the above stories and believe I could probably equal or better those told so far! I'm not going to tell any, but most of them left a lasting impression and/or an injury of some kind. I'm glad I grew up in the 50's and experienced those things, just like you guys did. I think those us of that survived are wiser because of it than most of the kids today, many whose experience is mainly from hand held electronic devices and video games. - Bob
Hear hear Bob. Loved growing up in the fifties and sixties. Now will any of you admit to remember Miss Chambers doing the Ivory Snow commercials
Guys I think we better reverse our direction away from the green door before it get's out of hand, and head back to carbines.
Like Del, I don't use one because I don't have one. I got used to and pretty good at just using my fingers :)