Gee, hasn’t everyone done dumb things with .22 cartridges?
For me, fortunately my attempts at making a zip gun for them failed!
Getting close enough to use a lighter on it suggests a mutated absence of a self-preservation gene.
I did constant homemade gunpowder experiments, none of which resulted in a useable product. Hint: mix by weight, not volume, and use real lump charcoal, not the Kingsford bricketts.
Ever try smashing a whole roll of caps for a cap gun all at once with a hammer on concrete?
If you ever do I suggest wearing hearing protection.
Paul Harvey ran a story that was similar to this.
Two men were driving in a truck at night. The fuse that controls the headlights went out. So they stuck a .22 round in the fuse holder. After about 20 minutes, the round went off and hit the driver in the lower leg. So his truck shot him.
Paul Harvey..................................Good Day.
Just in case anybody is thinking of drilling into a (highly-compressed) liquid-center golf ball to see what’s inside, don’t do it. Or if you do, at least be wearing glasses at the time, like the ten-year-old me was.
A good example of why young males have a higher death/injury rate than young females. Curiosity is good, but common sense is a good skill to evolve as well.
Darwin award statistics bear this out.
As a kid my buddies and I found a .38 special bullet in the street. So what did we do? Why naturally we pounded on it with rocks to see if we could get it to go off. I think the primer was a dud cause it never did. Talk about being disappointed.
Hold muh kool-aid.
When I was five , my friends watched me pour the powder from a number of firecrackers into the smokestack of my favourite toy plastic locomotive and light it to see the smoke. This was outside and on the sand pile where we played - thank goodness. Mama didn’t allow no messing around in the house.
I saw smoke, but completely destroyed my locomotive in the process. Fortunately I had carefully tossed a lit match (no punk around) and run like hell, so I was not hit by the flying shrapnel. I still remember the smell, flying sand, and small pieces of plastic all over the place. It was DUMB, but I learned a lot from the experience.
Amazing what one can do with a little gun powder and a match.
Stupid kid. Everybody knows you’re supposed to ignite stray .22 cartridges by throwing them in a campfire.
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