The good old days, I remember bottle rocket wars when I was a kid back in the 60’s, we had tons of fireworks, my Mom’s boyfriend owned a fireworks factory, he gave us bags of all sorts of goodies. We cut a driveshaft in half and would drop an m80 down it and put a can half filled with water as a projectile, would go way up in the air, we made our own mortars,,,LOL…it was fun being a kid.
Wow! Sounds like lots of fun, with death & maiming being constants, the thrill must’ve been enormous. Tho I DO miss sparklers, snakes & pop cap guns. The smell of “gunpowder”, the magical way that lil black tablet turned into a writhing, curling snake that you couldn’t really pick up, but you tried anyhow. So much fun.
Bottle rocket wars. Those were the days. In college we would have bottle rocket wars. The common rule among the participants was that only non reporting bottle rocket be used. This rule came about after one of the guys living in the dorm had a sexually related accident with a bottle rocket.
GOT YOUR ATTENTION NOW DON’T I???
The person in question was in the mist of some coital exercise with a female partner. This particular female was pretending to be a bronc rider at that particular time and it was her turn in the chute, so to speak. They were performing this act of pleasure in a bean bag chair that faced his room door. A bottle rocket was launched under the door and lodged under the young man before going off. It was so startling to him that it was reported that he did not manage to hang on for the full 8 second ride. Fortunately for the rider, there were not lingering after effects from the sudden and unexpected conclusion of this ride. The person of interest was hot to say the least, but it was not under the collar that he was hot.
From that point on, only non reporting bottle rockets were allowed.
Back in 1975 I was an Army guy stationed on an Air Force base. We had our own barracks right in the middle of a company of AF barracks, and the wingnuts (AF guys) weren’t really happy that we were there. On the Fourth, the wingnuts were firing off rather large fireworks at our barracks, and a few were hitting cars parked out front. I had some pop bottle rockets so I wanted to fire them in the direction of the guy responsible for hitting us with fireworks. He was on a third-floor fire escape balcony about 50 feet away. I knew that aiming my rockets would be rather futile since there’s no way to be accurate firing them from an empty beer can. But as luck would have it, a mirror used to be mounted on the wall next to the exit (we were on the ground floor), and all that was left was a four-foot metal frame piece that had a square U shape. I placed the frame on my shoulder like a bazooka with the rocket at the end and told the guy to light it while I aimed it directly at our favorite wingnut. When I heard the sizzle of the fuse, I turned my head away until I heard it shoot off. I watched as the rocket flew towards the wingnut and he did as well. When he saw it coming towards him he ducked into the open doorway and the rocket followed him right in and exploded. Karma’s a b…well, you know!
tudza Premium Member 5 days ago
Seen it done with roman candles and full fire suits.
Zykoic 5 days ago
Bottle rocket wars. The worst offender in my old neighborhood was a volunteer firefighter.
Man of the Woods 4 days ago
The good old days, I remember bottle rocket wars when I was a kid back in the 60’s, we had tons of fireworks, my Mom’s boyfriend owned a fireworks factory, he gave us bags of all sorts of goodies. We cut a driveshaft in half and would drop an m80 down it and put a can half filled with water as a projectile, would go way up in the air, we made our own mortars,,,LOL…it was fun being a kid.
LadyPeterW 4 days ago
Wow! Sounds like lots of fun, with death & maiming being constants, the thrill must’ve been enormous. Tho I DO miss sparklers, snakes & pop cap guns. The smell of “gunpowder”, the magical way that lil black tablet turned into a writhing, curling snake that you couldn’t really pick up, but you tried anyhow. So much fun.
SquidGamerGal 4 days ago
That is still extremely dangerous!
bryan42 4 days ago
We never wore any safety equipment when we had bottle rocket wars as a teen.
Daltongang Premium Member 4 days ago
Bottle rocket wars. Those were the days. In college we would have bottle rocket wars. The common rule among the participants was that only non reporting bottle rocket be used. This rule came about after one of the guys living in the dorm had a sexually related accident with a bottle rocket.
GOT YOUR ATTENTION NOW DON’T I???
The person in question was in the mist of some coital exercise with a female partner. This particular female was pretending to be a bronc rider at that particular time and it was her turn in the chute, so to speak. They were performing this act of pleasure in a bean bag chair that faced his room door. A bottle rocket was launched under the door and lodged under the young man before going off. It was so startling to him that it was reported that he did not manage to hang on for the full 8 second ride. Fortunately for the rider, there were not lingering after effects from the sudden and unexpected conclusion of this ride. The person of interest was hot to say the least, but it was not under the collar that he was hot.
From that point on, only non reporting bottle rockets were allowed.
ChessPirate 4 days ago
Anybody remember “Cracker Balls”? We had them for a little while until reports of a Youngster that chewed one resulted in them being declared illegal…
Alberta Oil Premium Member 4 days ago
When 4 legged creatures do 10 paces.. how does that work? Does each leg get a pace? so 10÷4=2.5 hardly far enough if the dog has a long tail
marilynnbyerly 4 days ago
A local blew their hand off with fireworks. Died later from being addicted to pain killers because of the injury.
cuzinron47 4 days ago
Nice illustration of fireworks safety for the 4th.
bwswolf 4 days ago
DISCLAIMER; “KIDS” Do “NOT” do this at home ….. (Goes for you so called “ADULTS” Also) …………… ;)
rockyridge1977 4 days ago
Missed on purpose!!!!!
eddi-TBH 4 days ago
The ERs are stocking up on eye patches and finger amputation kits.
Ricky Bennett 4 days ago
Back in 1975 I was an Army guy stationed on an Air Force base. We had our own barracks right in the middle of a company of AF barracks, and the wingnuts (AF guys) weren’t really happy that we were there. On the Fourth, the wingnuts were firing off rather large fireworks at our barracks, and a few were hitting cars parked out front. I had some pop bottle rockets so I wanted to fire them in the direction of the guy responsible for hitting us with fireworks. He was on a third-floor fire escape balcony about 50 feet away. I knew that aiming my rockets would be rather futile since there’s no way to be accurate firing them from an empty beer can. But as luck would have it, a mirror used to be mounted on the wall next to the exit (we were on the ground floor), and all that was left was a four-foot metal frame piece that had a square U shape. I placed the frame on my shoulder like a bazooka with the rocket at the end and told the guy to light it while I aimed it directly at our favorite wingnut. When I heard the sizzle of the fuse, I turned my head away until I heard it shoot off. I watched as the rocket flew towards the wingnut and he did as well. When he saw it coming towards him he ducked into the open doorway and the rocket followed him right in and exploded. Karma’s a b…well, you know!
Mediatech 2 days ago
Nothing says fun times like carelessly used explosives.