Childhood Memories of Our First Home made Firecrackers

In 1984 I aquired @200' of white det cord and a full box of 700 mili-second Du-pont electric dets cannot remember where but that was the circles I was moving through at the time kept the cord in the fridge, we got to thinking go cut some trees down so out the scrub we go with the reel of wire @30' of cord and a det.
Wrap it around a small tree about a foot round tape the det to the outside of the wrap run the 100' wire to the HQ parked up motor running, bonnet up, 4 doors open, hold the neg on then the +ve oh hell bloody great bang, slam the bonnet down, all jump in the bloke behind the passenger gets to wind the reel in as we scarpered.
We went back a few weeks later too inspect the results and were happy with the affect, did it a couple of more times then I got to thinking we were really playing a stupid game as I had never been taught to cut det cord I just cut it like a carrot but you are supposed to pare it like slicing a bean otherwise you exerting a crush force on it and risking it going bang. I ended up giving what was left to a policeman I was friendly with and heard nothing more about it but I would have lost my firearms never to own one again and into jail you go.

Yes I was a bit wild in those days other stories as well but they are just a bit to out there

Looks like all us Milsurpers have a common (explosives based) childhood...

All these stories has me thinking of the changing attitudes of society towards Firearms in general.

Back in 1980, it was a perfectly acceptable and common sight to see someone wondering back through my small town with a rifle or shotgun slung over the shoulder.

If you tried the same thing today in 2017, you would have a dozen red dancing dots trained on your chest before you got to the bottom of the High Street...

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Originally Posted by mrclark303

All these stories has me thinking of the changing attitudes of society towards Firearms in general.

Back in 1980, it was a perfectly acceptable and common sight to see someone wondering back through my small town with a rifle or shotgun slung over the shoulder.

If you tried the same thing today in 2017, you would have a dozen red dancing dots trained on your chest before you got to the bottom of the High Street...

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And don't forget John, back then we had Guns Review..........what a great magazine.

Those red rolls of caps were so much fun in the past. Being a young military minded kid and of course watching to many war movies. What I liked to do was put the whole roll of caps in the trolley tracks and wait for the trolley to come by. BOOM!! The trolley driver would always stop and get out and see what went off. As we hid behind the mailbox laughing. Oh what fond memories of my misguided youth.

Semper Fi
Phil

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Originally Posted by AZPhil

As we hid behind the mailbox laughing

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Phil,
You nailed it..... the laughs.

We had a neighbor down the road that would chase us off when ever he seen us.
We set the tent up in the yard one night and planned our attack. He drove a little car (not very common back then) I believe it was called a Cricket. 5 or 6 of us snuck down there after dark and picked his car up placing the front tires on the porch deck.Rear tires off the first step. We ran across the street and hid behind some bushes, laughing so hard. But, nothing happened, we ran back up and turned the headlights on, then back to hide, again cracking up but again nothing. Then after rounding up a roll of tape, taped his horn on, again back behind the bushes laughing even harder. He ran out with both headlights spotting on him, poor guy probably thinking someone had car wrecked. But when he turned off the horn, then with the sudden silence he could hear us across the road, behind the shaking bushes laughing out loud. Will never forget how fast he could run as we headed every which direction. As he fell behind our pace we could hear him calling each and everyone of us by name. The next day my Father rousted us from the tent and we headed over and picked his car off the porch. I was sure I had a good switching coming, buy my Father started telling us how when younger they had taken a guys hay wagon apart and put it back together on the barn roof. He had a grin the rest of the day, but I knew not to push it.

Good Memories and good fun didn't have to be vandalism.

Thx for sharing
Charlie-Painter777

A lot of us grew up in the 50's & 60's. Korea had just finished. Cowboy TV shows every night in the late 50's. Most of us had a Daisy BB rifle. Combat started in 1962, just when DCM was selling Carbines for $20 and 45 acps for $25. My Dad bought a few. Different attitudes and environment back then. They say your childhood molds your life. What can anyone expect out of growing boys.

I don't know what it's like in the States, but over here it seems like children are wrapped up in cotton wool nowadays.

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I don't know what it's like in the States, but over here it seems like children are wrapped up in cotton wool nowadays.

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You got that right F10, spoon fed and spoiled....

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Originally Posted by mrclark303

All these stories has me thinking of the changing attitudes of society towards Firearms in general.

Back in 1980, it was a perfectly acceptable and common sight to see someone wondering back through my small town with a rifle or shotgun slung over the shoulder.

If you tried the same thing today in 2017, you would have a dozen red dancing dots trained on your chest before you got to the bottom of the High Street...

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Graduating HS in 1971, it was not uncommon to see rifles & shotguns in vehicles parked in the school parking lot. I can even remember a student selling a gun to another student, he had to go through the principle's office to complete the transaction...

Russ