10 year olds, and Bows

This was from a friend of mine and it brought out a few laughs, kinda long but entertaining.

From a friend of mine.......
> > Around age 10 my dad got me one of those Little
> > Bad-*** Compound Bow beginner kits. Of course, the first
> > month I went around our
> > place
> > 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 sumbooger.
> >
> > 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 Tshirt 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. I'll put it this way - a set of post
> > hole diggers and a 3ft.
> > hole and you had yourself a well.
> >
> > Anyway, one summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming
> > arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I
> > look 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 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) to add to the excitement.
> >
> > 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 on me. No
> > biggie...1lb pyrodex
> > and 16 oz of ether should make a loud pop, kinda like a
> > firecracker - you know?
> > You know what? Screw 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 15ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I
> > drew the nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released I
> > heard a clunk as the
> > arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I
> > turned to see my dad
> > getting out of the truck... OH S*%/! He just got home from
> > work.
> > So help me
> > God 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 WTF look in his
> > eyes. I turned
> > back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce
> > the starting fluid
> > can right at the bottom. Right through the
> > main pile of pyrodex and into the
> > can. OH - S%#T!.
> >
> > 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 millisecond glimpse
> > of the violence during the initial explosion and I will
> > tell you there was dust,
> > grass, and bugs all hovering 1ft 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". That mother got
> > up and ran off. So here I am,
> > on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my
> > Thundercats T-shirt
> > shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport having
> > what I can only
> > assume is a Vietnam flashback: " ECHO BRAVO
> > CHARLIE YOUR BRINGIN' EM IN TOO
> > CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE!!! 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 feet over
> > our backyard. There
> > is a Honda 185s three 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. I
> > don't know - I know I said something. I couldn't
> > hear. 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 bitching 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. Its good discipline and will teach them
> > skills they can use later
> > on in
> > life. Something they won't learn in school.
> >
> >
> >
> > Guns only
> > have two enemies: rust and liberals.