Dad and his friends used to play with dynamite. Set a stick with a cap down on the ground, everyone sits about 20ft from the dynamite in a circle, set it off. All that happens is the blast wave would knock them backwards.
The cautious moral from the story was, don’t ever put something on top of the dynamite as that would compress the blast wave and make it go much more boomy.
Then there was the time he got to watch South Korean soldiers pour out buckets of nitro that had leaked out of stored dynamite in a bunker. Just take 3-5 steps and pour it out on the ground. You can do stupid crap like that in almost freezing weather.
Of course, the reason he knew there was a bunker full of leaked nitro was because he stepped in it when he was inspecting said bunker.
Must have been cool back in the days when government overreach wasn’t so overreaching.
A “friend” of mine had a dad that owned a mining and construction company, and his son had access to the dynamite shed as well as the blasting cap shed. We used to (in t he summer) take our fingerss on a circle and “strip” the nitro sweat off of the sticks and then fling it on to the ground where it would pop-pop-pop in a line where we flicked it.
Honestly, God watches over fools and small children, although we weren’t small by then…
Saw this on Vern’s Stories a while back. Hilarious and worth a couple more views.
Dad and his friends used to play with dynamite. Set a stick with a cap down on the ground, everyone sits about 20ft from the dynamite in a circle, set it off. All that happens is the blast wave would knock them backwards.
The cautious moral from the story was, don’t ever put something on top of the dynamite as that would compress the blast wave and make it go much more boomy.
Then there was the time he got to watch South Korean soldiers pour out buckets of nitro that had leaked out of stored dynamite in a bunker. Just take 3-5 steps and pour it out on the ground. You can do stupid crap like that in almost freezing weather.
Of course, the reason he knew there was a bunker full of leaked nitro was because he stepped in it when he was inspecting said bunker.
Must have been cool back in the days when government overreach wasn’t so overreaching.
A “friend” of mine had a dad that owned a mining and construction company, and his son had access to the dynamite shed as well as the blasting cap shed. We used to (in t he summer) take our fingerss on a circle and “strip” the nitro sweat off of the sticks and then fling it on to the ground where it would pop-pop-pop in a line where we flicked it.
Honestly, God watches over fools and small children, although we weren’t small by then…
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