Worked on a farm in the Catskills during summers when I grew big enough to reach the pedals on the tractor. Rocks grew better than anything else and tree stumps never rotted so field maintenance was never ending. Every other week the farmer would blow up the big big rocks we couldn’t split and maybe a few really big stumps that were humongous 4-5 feet in diameter and had been there forever. Charlie knew what was doing and the force of a couple of sticks really impressed a 13 yr old kid. Good times
I heard a story as a kid about a mountain in Oklahoma that is no longer a mountain because somebody wanted to open up a cave entrance to make access easier. The top of said mountain dropped about 10 feet, and it lost its ‘mountain’ status and is now just a tall hill. And surprise, surprise, I wasn’t involved.
One of my childhood “buddies” (I use the term VERY loosely…) had a dad that was in Construction, so he had access to blasting caps as well as dynamite sticks.
We didn’t fool around with hte sticks, but you would be amazed at just how powerful a bang you get out of the blasting caps…
Yes, I still have all my fingers. And eyesight, And hearing. And no scars.
I’m not admitting to knowing that a CO2 cartrdge, when emptied, refilled with black powder and wadding, packed and sealed, with 30 seconds of waterproof fuse will blow a 3-foot diameter hole in Dean Kowalchyk’s yard at 2am.
This is probably my favorite dynamite story
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzabmVIU6EQ
None better. Here’s my second favorite:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZ1fnTfuuH4
Worked on a farm in the Catskills during summers when I grew big enough to reach the pedals on the tractor. Rocks grew better than anything else and tree stumps never rotted so field maintenance was never ending. Every other week the farmer would blow up the big big rocks we couldn’t split and maybe a few really big stumps that were humongous 4-5 feet in diameter and had been there forever. Charlie knew what was doing and the force of a couple of sticks really impressed a 13 yr old kid. Good times
I heard a story as a kid about a mountain in Oklahoma that is no longer a mountain because somebody wanted to open up a cave entrance to make access easier. The top of said mountain dropped about 10 feet, and it lost its ‘mountain’ status and is now just a tall hill. And surprise, surprise, I wasn’t involved.
One of my childhood “buddies” (I use the term VERY loosely…) had a dad that was in Construction, so he had access to blasting caps as well as dynamite sticks.
We didn’t fool around with hte sticks, but you would be amazed at just how powerful a bang you get out of the blasting caps…
Yes, I still have all my fingers. And eyesight, And hearing. And no scars.
I’m not admitting to knowing that a CO2 cartrdge, when emptied, refilled with black powder and wadding, packed and sealed, with 30 seconds of waterproof fuse will blow a 3-foot diameter hole in Dean Kowalchyk’s yard at 2am.
I’ve heard a good true dinamite story