We found an old drive shaft and cut one end off with my pal's Uncle's cutting torch. Drilled a hole in the other end. Poured in some black powder, shoved in a rag, dropped in a can full of nuts, bolts, nails, screws... shoved in another rag.
We took the cannon down to the city park and braced it against some rocks pointing it towards the pond. We baited up some ducks with bread. (we were planning on getting some ducks out of season for grandma... so the intent was pure and honest...)
Well, the ducks were eating the bread. We lit the fuse we got from the hobby shop for the model rockets, and ran like hell. The ducks must have fled as well because after the massive explosion, and the water settling back into the pond, there were no sign's of any ducks. Not a feather. So, we must have missed.
We were used to hearing police sirens heading towards our neighborhood pretty often. We were strong runners.
Now my daughter is mad at me for teaching my grandsons some pretty fun stuff. Basically harmless. We go to the park and try to shoot down kites with model rockets, that sort of stuff. We made some hand made pyrotechnic ping pong ball guns, and lit bubbles on fire...
www.dangerouslyfun.com/ A few fun things here...
Oh yeah.... we also had them little gas powered airplanes on the string. You know, you stand in the middle, fire it up and stand there while this little plane went around in circles while you did touch and goes getting very dizzy...
When that got boring we would fill the cockpit with glue, fill the wings with glue, and then strap on a couple of unlit M-80 silvertubes. We would get that sucker running and light the glue. (object: later in the flight the glue would lite the M-80 fuse's) Well, we sent the flaming kamakazee planes of doom off into the 'other' neighborhood. The suicide drones usually had enough gas to go about 6 blocks, unless the flaming glue melted the wings first, or an M-80 went off and blew it up in flight...
Like I said. There were sirens~
