truckinbutch
Silver Member
Well , in grade school , we all did .
Cut a short section of elderberry stem , hollow out the soft pith center , and then shave down a wild cherry limb with your 'dollar Barlow'pocket knife for a push rod . Chew up a good notebook paper spitwad and shove it halfway up the bore . Chew up another and start it in behind that one . Hold firmly in one hand and shove the pushrod vigosly with the other to expell the first wad with a satisfying 'POP'.
That expelled wad would have sufficient density and velocity to raise a welt on bare skin at 20 feet .
With sufficient practice , you could kill flies at 10 feet .
Beginning of the 3rd grade in our new Eisenhour school in 1958 we got a new teacher , Ms Elizabeth
Sams . Three stool woman , if you understand what I mean about how many stools her posterior could cover . Sweat a lot in the afternoon in that unairconditioned classroom . Late in the day she would just have to take a break . She'd plop into her swivel chair , lean back , and just spraddle her legs under her open front desk .
By the 3rd grade all us boys knew enough to 'cop a look' at that little white triagle of panties under a girl's skirt if we got the chance . WOW!
This look , to me , sitting the second row back ; behind Billy Clutter (who was always in trouble) was
like looking at the back of a diaper on a 2yr old baby's butt .
So , I leaned out a bit and shot it with my popgun . Dead Center Hit !
She and her swivel chair on wheels flew backward until she banked off the chalkboard behind her .
That's when she out jumped a young antelope over her desk , grabbing her paddle on the way , to land flatfooted in front of the innocent Billy Clutter .
Billy had just begun to laugh at her strange antics when she landed there and began to beat the 'cow walkin crap' out of him for what she was sure he had done .
I was not a hero that day . Good shot , yep . Tell her Billy didn't do it ...... I don't think so ........
Cut a short section of elderberry stem , hollow out the soft pith center , and then shave down a wild cherry limb with your 'dollar Barlow'pocket knife for a push rod . Chew up a good notebook paper spitwad and shove it halfway up the bore . Chew up another and start it in behind that one . Hold firmly in one hand and shove the pushrod vigosly with the other to expell the first wad with a satisfying 'POP'.
That expelled wad would have sufficient density and velocity to raise a welt on bare skin at 20 feet .
With sufficient practice , you could kill flies at 10 feet .
Beginning of the 3rd grade in our new Eisenhour school in 1958 we got a new teacher , Ms Elizabeth
Sams . Three stool woman , if you understand what I mean about how many stools her posterior could cover . Sweat a lot in the afternoon in that unairconditioned classroom . Late in the day she would just have to take a break . She'd plop into her swivel chair , lean back , and just spraddle her legs under her open front desk .
By the 3rd grade all us boys knew enough to 'cop a look' at that little white triagle of panties under a girl's skirt if we got the chance . WOW!
This look , to me , sitting the second row back ; behind Billy Clutter (who was always in trouble) was
like looking at the back of a diaper on a 2yr old baby's butt .
So , I leaned out a bit and shot it with my popgun . Dead Center Hit !
She and her swivel chair on wheels flew backward until she banked off the chalkboard behind her .
That's when she out jumped a young antelope over her desk , grabbing her paddle on the way , to land flatfooted in front of the innocent Billy Clutter .
Billy had just begun to laugh at her strange antics when she landed there and began to beat the 'cow walkin crap' out of him for what she was sure he had done .
I was not a hero that day . Good shot , yep . Tell her Billy didn't do it ...... I don't think so ........
At the end of the school year my elementry school teacher would pull out the drawer of her desk where she kept all the toys slingshots beanshooters etc etc & give them back on the last day before summer break. 6th grade she brought the drawer and placed it on my desk and said take whats yours and gove the other two kids their stuff. 
He only had one paddle nicely ventilated with about 20 holes (all he needed) & the jerk always made you bend over and grab your ankles with you head about 4 or 5 inches from the wall. Get headaches on both ends just thinking about it 
It was worth a hundred 5 cent Hershey bars seeing the look on his face when he came around the corner of the building and discovered he'd trashed his own car door & broken the window. 
