StridAst
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Craziest things I've ever done were pyro and projectile related. When I was young around 14, before I moved to utah, I had just learned how a block and tackle works, as well as saw someone demonstrate the age old snare concept. I took the two ideas and merged them together. In my parents back yard there were two decently sized trees. I used a ladder and some ingenuity to tie some ropes to the tops of these trees. I then found the block and tackle that was used to demonstrate the concept to some of the local scouts. I used the block and tackle to bend BOTH the trees down and tied them off to a rope at the base of the third tree. I ran two ropes between the two now bent over trees and tied a blanked around them to load with ammo. (incidentally the trees don't bend over as much as you would think...)
First try: a basketball. method of firing the launcher? I found a hatchet and took a whack at the rope around the third tree. When cut, the trees DIDN'T spring up at the same time, so the shot went fairly off to the side landing in a horse pasture that was behind my parents property.
Second attempt used a soccer ball. It took a LOT of time to get the trees back down for another shot. (had to untie the ropes holding them together then bend them back down one at a time again) I slid the blanket to the side to try to compensate for the sideways shot at the first time. when I cut the anchoring rope around the third tree this time, the rope kind of grabbed the hatchet and tore it out of my hands. it went flying and dented the wood on my parents deck. The ball took a surprisingly different track and actually went considerably farther. right into the window of the house next to the horse pasture. Thankfully it didn't break.
Third attempt. one of the two trees broke when attempting to pull it back down.
My parents got home, to find a LOT of rope all snarled up, carelessly put away, dirty, sticky with sap, one of the trees in the backyard broken, and me with some nice rope burns on my hands and arms from the work of trying to pull down the trees. I was in a little bit of trouble.
Pyro stupid things was using a can of Raid insectiside and some matches to kill the black widows that loved to build webs around my house, underneath the WOOD siding... REALLY surprised I didn't light the house on fire, And making homemade fireworks from the store bought types. (crackling whips and crackling ball fireworks explode NICELY when you ignite them in a container that can handle some pressure.......) I lit my biggest homemade firework from the crackling balls off in an empty parking lot at 1:00 a.m. the burst with the sparkling balls was somewhere around 20m high. The noise level of the soup can that was filled with them detonating was *extremely* loud. Quite impressive. sadly by the time I got back to my jeep I saw these pretty red and blue lights flashing on top of a nice white colored car. The penalty for messing with the fireworks? Having fun in court plea bargaining down a second degree felony of bomb making down to a mere class A misdemeanor.... big ouch. Thankfully the fines and sentence happened in late august of 2001. I hate to think just a few weeks longer in court would have been. as a sentence after sept 11, 2001 probably would have been more then a fine and suspended sentence....
Moral of the story: don't play with fireworks....
StridAst
First try: a basketball. method of firing the launcher? I found a hatchet and took a whack at the rope around the third tree. When cut, the trees DIDN'T spring up at the same time, so the shot went fairly off to the side landing in a horse pasture that was behind my parents property.
Second attempt used a soccer ball. It took a LOT of time to get the trees back down for another shot. (had to untie the ropes holding them together then bend them back down one at a time again) I slid the blanket to the side to try to compensate for the sideways shot at the first time. when I cut the anchoring rope around the third tree this time, the rope kind of grabbed the hatchet and tore it out of my hands. it went flying and dented the wood on my parents deck. The ball took a surprisingly different track and actually went considerably farther. right into the window of the house next to the horse pasture. Thankfully it didn't break.
Third attempt. one of the two trees broke when attempting to pull it back down.
My parents got home, to find a LOT of rope all snarled up, carelessly put away, dirty, sticky with sap, one of the trees in the backyard broken, and me with some nice rope burns on my hands and arms from the work of trying to pull down the trees. I was in a little bit of trouble.
Pyro stupid things was using a can of Raid insectiside and some matches to kill the black widows that loved to build webs around my house, underneath the WOOD siding... REALLY surprised I didn't light the house on fire, And making homemade fireworks from the store bought types. (crackling whips and crackling ball fireworks explode NICELY when you ignite them in a container that can handle some pressure.......) I lit my biggest homemade firework from the crackling balls off in an empty parking lot at 1:00 a.m. the burst with the sparkling balls was somewhere around 20m high. The noise level of the soup can that was filled with them detonating was *extremely* loud. Quite impressive. sadly by the time I got back to my jeep I saw these pretty red and blue lights flashing on top of a nice white colored car. The penalty for messing with the fireworks? Having fun in court plea bargaining down a second degree felony of bomb making down to a mere class A misdemeanor.... big ouch. Thankfully the fines and sentence happened in late august of 2001. I hate to think just a few weeks longer in court would have been. as a sentence after sept 11, 2001 probably would have been more then a fine and suspended sentence....
Moral of the story: don't play with fireworks....
StridAst
and when we were about 30 yards from the bottom, they literally made a wall of snow mobiles to protect the crowds from us. We skidded to a stop so hard I screwed up my knee for the week. They ALMOST took our passes, but we told them my friend's sister was in the hospital, and I limped over to the bus with him and we took off. We were so scared we completely ditched our friend at the mountain, haha. That was a really crazy day.
but we started up at her driveway, then down to her door, so we could light it as far away as possible. We even taped like 6 extra inches of fuse to give us more running time 
