Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire What did you do to really Piss off Dad....

That's easy.....just piss off mom.

When my brother was little he had a set of toy plastic keys that he carried around. One day he came in the house and told my dad that he broke off one of the keys in the lock of my dad's car door. My dad was laying on the couch and leaped up and ran out the door to check on his car. It was an easy fix, but dang my dad was angry

Lots….but at about 8 or 9 I got a new bow and some real aluminum arrows….big time styling in my Oshkosh B’gosh overalls and a Rambo type bow. I launched that very first shiny aluminum shafted arrow from grandpa’s house, an acre away, all the way into our shiny new aluminum siding on our brand new house. Dad got home from work and I quietly broke the news figuring that I just need to get ahead of this catastrophe and control the narrative….honesty is the narrative because parents like that stuff. I didn’t know that aluminum arrows were so easily broken over a grown man’s knee but it would be years before I went back from wood to aluminum…..when I could afford it a few years later we used to fill the hollow shafts black powder and try to get it to explode on impact….made for exciting “experiments” that almost always ended in a fizzle. 😂

Such simpler times.

PS…my dad never spanked us kids. He said that he was too big to be hitting kids but he had mom and mom was a pro.

Not holding the flashlight in the right spot when working on the car. Handing him the wrong wrench before I learned the sizes and how to read fractions. Don’t know what made me keep crawling under the car with him, cause I always caught a knuckle or screwdriver handle to the top of the head for not paying attention. He didn’t get mad about much else and always remembered when he was a boy and was just a learning as he put it.

Didn't help your spelling much.

All the spandex didn't help I'm sure.

Being born put me high his chit list.

Bringing an air rifle into the house. Dad hated it to have guns within his premises.

Way too many to list. One was honking the horn while he was working under the hood.

Absolutely nothing that I was ever aware of. We never had a cross word .

A good friend of mine's mother had a dad that occasionally beat on her mother (my friend's grandmother). One day she'd had enough of seeing her mother beaten and took a knife to the father while he was in the process of beating her mom. She finished it and mom wasn't beaten any more. Good riddance to bad trash.

You and I both.

We were like two peas in a pod, we got along brilliantly.

A entire suitcase full of Spandex yet.

No father wants a whiney little bitch for a son that sets on his bike in the middle of the road, taunting cars while begging to move to a HOA neighborhood so he can tell his neighbors what to do.

Growing up boy did I have some great times. Dad had a load of wood dropped off at the house big ol ponderosa pine rounds wasn’t split. My dad tasked with me splitting it, I got like half of it done hey I was 12 or 13lol. Anyhow he gets home that night from work, gets me out of bed asks why I didn’t get all the wood split. I apparently didn’t give a good reason and he beat the chit out of me for not splitting all the wood that day. Talk about rude awakening.

Not many times I had (step)Dad really mad.

No stand out examples.

Be beat my ass, daily for awhile, but with a belt and justly.

There were a few times I scared him bad. Stupid kid stuff when we
were running equipment or felling trees. Yep, remember the time
he got a saw pinched and I carried him another one. I walked right under
the leaning cut tree. Was about 12, he picked me up by my hair and shook me.

I can't imagine it either.

My sister had a friend who's husband would beat on her every now and then. One day he was drinking heavily beat her and stuck a loaded shotgun in her mouth and was told she was going to die.

When my dad found out he went over to their house beat the hell out of the guy took the same shotgun loaded it and stuck it in the guys mouth and told him that if he ever bothered Bonnie again or if he ever heard of him beating another woman that he was going to die.

He moved out of town as soon as the divorce was done.

I was 13 years old at the time and remember it well.

I asked my father how to calculate how much pressure a handi rifle can take with 45/70 handloads...

I asked my father how he knows that thin wall barrel steel stress: S= [inside diameter][pressure]/4 [wall thickness]


And then my father screamed at me, "BY INSPECTION!"

He was disappointed I didn't just see that.

My dad was easy going unless me or my brother pissed our mom off, that is when the crap would hit the fan

I got my ass whipped a lot. I deserved it.

RIP dad.

Lie. If I did something bad, I got fairly punished. If I lied about something, I got hammered. Dad did not tolerate a liar.