Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire If you grew up without building a pipe bomb....

I believe this is actually covered under Arms in the second amendment.

Acetylene is potent stuff. I had a hankering to shoot an '06 into an acelyene tank growing up, but the tank was rented.

Of course, I'd NEVER do anything like that, but I've seen a rez kid on the Rosebud drop a homemade M80-like device down a badger hole a time or two, trying to get a rise out of them........
all he did, though, was rile up a couple of rattlesnakes, or, so I hear.. Mister Noshoulders had a bad day or two, courtesy of some CCI .45 loads.

I still have a golf ball cannon, and it sails them MILES away, don't ask how I know.

We used to cut off match heads from matches and stuff them into CO2 cylinders as well, using a nail to compress the compound. We'd use another match for a fuse and a "V" shaped launching ramp. They'd fly about 300-350 feet. Never had one explode, but I now realize how dumb it was.

The great wonder of it all is that so many of us lived to make others later.

One of my kin went to make a "Roman candle." Filled a section of dry cane with a fistful of black powder (one end open, a node closing the other end).

He didn't get a "Roman candle," and fortunately didn't get a bomb (as I would've expected).

He got a rocket that sizzled out of his hand, hit 'im in the chest, and knocked 'im down. Hurt but not injured � or killed.

Lucky!

As far as I know, none of us growing up in the 1950s have been stupid enough to create a written record of all the things we have done. Let's just say we know about all of the above.

OTOH, oral comments have appeared.

3/32 cannon fuse can be your best friend in most of these cases. It gives you time to find sufficient cover before the SHTF.

RobJordan.....

There are some that aren't ........gullible!?

Why would you start this? Are you "special"?

Yep and an M80 driven 1/2" NPT pipe gun configured rifle or handgun with a few elbows and tees and a fuelcock that allowed the fuse to pass through. A beauty it was at age 13. We were having fun punching water filled soda cans with a mib powered by such and it blew threw the can, bounced off of the sidewalk across the street and flew though the BIG front living room window of the house across the street. We all packed up and ran and I was swiftly pulled down by my britches by the owner as I was trying to clear a fence. Recall walking home sure that my Dad had heard. He did, gave me the "you dumbazz" look and deducted the cost from my pay from the produce market I was working at. Thankfully, me dear Mother repaired the drapes for the lady of the house as the crashing glass tore them up a bit. Used to seriously dent redwood fences shooting candy Dotz through it as well. Oh the fun.

We used to snatch the bulb housings out of tail lights then install a bulb with the glass busted off it to expose the element. It made a very reliable trigger when the circuit was completed using a 12 volt battery.

Bunch of guys from school duct taped a pound of black powder to a gallon jug of gasoline, buried it in a hole and lit a long fuze. Produced an enormous explosion, the property came on the run, told us never to do anything like that again on his place.

there, I fixed it for you.

;-)

Does this mean that Charlie Romano and I are targets of drone strikes for the galvanized pipe episode 60 years ago? He made me do it.

1B

As a teenager, I had a friend died making a pipe bomb. Fortunately I was not there to see it. The guy he was with was a real POS. After my friend died, I was at a gathering at a old abandon gas station hanging out with friends. A buddy and I went to leave and when we get back to my Dad's VW and saw a pair of legs sticking out the passenger door. The POS was trying to steal the battery. My buddy and I each grabbed and leg and jerked his azz right out of the car and across the asphalt to the crowd and announced what he was doing. He was a little sore after that. Didn't see the POS anymore after that.

I used a couple of skunk bombs.

... you were never tried in the court of natural selection!

Now go out back and try again!

My son (JustOneGunner) got into paintball for a while and got me hooked as well. If you've never tried it, it's a blast. Eric's gear was better than mine, as I refused to spend as much on a paint ball marker as one spends on a rifle or shotgun, but man, did we have some fun! Played a lot of "big" games-200 to 350 players. There'd be waterborne landings, steep hills to scale, even tanks. Tanks were anything from ATV's with shells built around them to look like a tank, to old jeeps to just about anything with 4 wheels that could be made to resemble a tank. Rules dictated that the only way to take out a tank was to run up on it and either lob a paint grenade directly into the vehicle, or run up on it and slap it. They were very tough to knock out as there were usually two gunners plus the driver could shoot too, and it was hard to get that close without being shot. We ambushed one one time and about 6 of us lobbed paint grenades in on it and actually got two inside the tank-those guys were covered from head to foot with paint. My usual strategy was to bury in the thickest brushpile I could find and snipe guys after they passed me. Worked good until they busted you, then you were usually a sitting duck. Used to tag team with my son, as his gun was much faster, allmost like an automatic, and he could cover us pretty good.

We used to make firecracker guns. A piece of lead pipe, threaded internally on one end. Cut a slot in the threaded end. Mount the pipe in a crude handgun stock. Put a firecracker in the threaded end with the fuse sticking out through the slot. screw a cap into the threaded end and put an empty shotgun shell over the other end of the pipe. Aim 'er at something and light the fuse. I hit a galvanized steel garbage can one time (sorry Dad) and caved in the whole side. I used to harass the red squirrels with these, and hit the branch one was running on one time and knocked him clear out of the tree. I bet that critter's still running. Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that the neighbors didn't exactly like having shotgun shells land in the middle of their picnic table while they were eating Sunday dinner...... That house was three lots up from ours.