Posted on 10/14/2012 2:59:02 PM PDT by TheMom
There were some memorable ones which included ice chests, watermelons, and other fun stuff.
Yup. And it would be appropriate to blog it.
Nah, I’ve seen most of them, and a few other things as well. Thus the body armor and eye protection.
Okay, the bunker may be a step too far...
Been there, done that.
Back in the days before I attained my current level of near-perfect
wisdom and trademark circumspect caution as regards accelerants and explosives...
I had a brush pile that needed burning.
Typical procedure is to slosh it up real good with diesel.
Diesel & gas were kept in identical containers hereabouts.
(You can see where this is going, I know you can.)
You would think I’d have smelled the difference or noticed
that gas is “more sloshier” than diesel. You’d think so.
Nope, didn’t happen. Sloshed up that brush pile real good.
Bent down to light the bottom of it with my lighter and WHOOMP!
It did indeed and most righteously blow me back a few
feet and onto my ass, with a bit of exfoliation as a bonus.
Probably would have made a good video.
Spray painted the diesel can blue. So far that has helped.
I had my own Whoomp! moment when Bryan and I were burning leaves. I was wearing a polyester sweater, and the arms and part of the front got all cripsy and hard from melting during the blast. Fortunately, I didn’t get burned, but I did learn a lesson.
I loved that sweater. Sigh...
I grew up with a burn barrel used behind the barn for most of our trash.
I often used an “accelerant”, to help it along, mostly for my entertainment.
Combining too much gasoline, with a paper trash sack sitting on grating raising it from the bottom, eventually led to the launching of a flaming bag of trash.
After running around madly, stomping out the multiple grass fires and imagining the beating I would get from Dad if I burned down the barn with his boat inside, I learned to use more moderation.
Good judgement comes from experience.
Experience comes from bad judgement.
Indeed. But you’d think that by the age of 58 or so, I just might have accumulated some of that there “good judgment” stuff.
When I go to the job sites, even if wearing outer Flame Protection coveralls, I have decided to always make sure I am wearing cotton or wool clothes. While difficult to find some undergarments without elastic, I have gotten picky about where that plastic/elastic is located.
Good thinkin’!
I probably should apply the garment selection rules to planned outings combining humblegunner and Eaker.
If you were a Mormon you wouldn't have this problem.
I do agree on cotton & wool on job site visits though.
More good thinkin’!
+1
[smiles]
These are the comestible delights that you say are too decadent for the Shoot:
That's right, folks.. TheMom thinks you should not be allowed to have bacon-wrapped Smokies broiled in butter.
It's bad for you, she says. It's bad for the environment she says.
It kills pigs and melts the poles she says.
Everyone join me in thrashing TheMom for her ignorant stance
on this key issue. GIVE ME BACON SMOKIES OR GIVE ME DEATH!
That is all.
I'm not going to say a word because TheMom is in the kitchen frying up a big ole fat chicken.
Mmmmmm and gravy from scratch.
Maybe I'll say something later.
Bacon-wrapped anything would suit me fine, Gunner.
Sheesh! Yer so picky!!
That's right!!! I want those all to myself. I am selfish and don't want to share.
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