I was taken back to a time when I was living out the "There ain't no point in being stupid unless you show it!" early years.
I decided originally not to post this but instead send it to Rob.
Here is his reply:
That's priceless!!!
I often though about playing around with my Dad's old .303 rounds & a length of copper pipe, however, something (possibly a latent, genetic survival trait) always stopped me before committing to the nail-whack you describe!
You gotta post up your story!
Thanks man,
Rob.
I have often heard the statement.. "don't encourage him!"...lol
Here is my PM to rob:
Rob,
I laughed until until tears were rolling!!! at your "Childhood Tale of Archery Woe" post.
I didn't post my response because I didn't want to detract from your post.
Another reason is it hit way too close to home...lol
I was about the same age and everyone had gone to town without me. I must have been out of earshot when they left because I was all alone at home.
I got to goofing around with shotgun shells. I'd open them up and use the shot for a spoke gun made from a bicycle spoke and kitchen matches but that's a different story..lol
I was opening up the last one I had and got to wondering if I could set it off with the hammer and a nail.
I wanted to do this safely so I emptied out the shot but left the powder in. I then put the shell in a vice that was set up just inside the pole barn. I got it all clamped in good and held the nail on the primer and gave it a whack with the hammer. I made a good dent in it but it didn't go bang! I decided that I needed to hit it a little harder even though I knew that I'd seen spent shells that didn't have as much dent in them as I had just put into this one.
I was awfully disappointed at this point in time. As I stood there pondering the situation I saw the telltale dust plume that told me the family was returning and if I was going to pull this off, it had to be now or never. So I drew that hammer back (all the way back into yesterday) and let it fall.... dang I never expected how bad it could be. The back blast pushed the hammer so far back I hit myself in the back with the claws. That hurt!! and drew blood.
But it didn't hurt nearly as much as my head did..lol I mean ringing doesn't come close to what I was hearing. I had to hold myself back because what I wanted to do was run to momma screaming..lol I just knew I was bleeding through every hole in my head(not) just watering eyes..lol
I remember seeing mom and dad getting out of the truck. I could see mom's mouth moving and she was looking directly at me so I knew it was me she was talking to. I just smiled as big as I could must and waved real big..lol It must worked because she turned her attention back to the rest of the kids, dad and all those grocery sacks.
I made myself scarce so I wouldn't need to interact with anyone. I knew I's be in deep trouble if mom or dad figured out I had deafened myself( I didn't know it at the time but it turned out only a temporary situation)...
You are welcome to share this if you want but I couldn't put it out there and possibly minimize
or diminish your post in any way.
God bless,Mudd