[Oatka]

When I was in Seventh Grade, one of the kids in my shop class found a bullet, and we were able to remove the primer from the case, and while we huddled around one of the kids put it on the sidewalk, took a hammer and whacked it.
Of course, it made a loud and satisfying bang, but the metal jacket on the cap shot into the kid’s shin and got lodged inside, and they had to call an ambulance.

Back in the '50s, three of us went "camping" in the New Jersey wilds. We brought our 22s with us and one guy gets the idea to throw a handful of cartridges into the campfire coals. Nothing. The wise guy says they're too far from the fire, reaches in to shove them further and one goes off.

He's grabbing his hand making chicken noises. We take a look and the shell casing is halfway in his finger. We take a camping knife and pry it out, dump iodine on the wound (more chicken noises) it, wrap it in a piece of cloth and continue camping.

Good times, good times.

[rlmorel]

Hahahahahaha!!!!!

“Good time, good times”...

It was more complicated then in some ways, but...it was also simpler in some ways...:)