Don’t do this.
On March 28, 2016 at 7:34 pm, Coyote Hubbard said:
Flesh wound. Walk it off dude….
Next on the media hit list to tie the ends of the evilness of guns.
I recall right after the Oklahoma City bombing I was watching the news and they basically had a piece on how the bomb making material was so easy to get and were flabbergasted that it could be bought by anyone, while not telling you what it was, like it was some dark secret that no one should or could know about.
I grew up around mining and my dad owned a small coal trucking company. In my elementary school days during summer, I would go to work with dad. He would sometimes have to wait when we got on site at a safe location cause they were about to set off a shot. Since were just waiting, I would get out of the truck and watch the rigging of the shot, and recall asking what the pink pellets they were poring in the holes was. And I got honest answers. Oh, its basically fertilizer soaked in diesel to work with the high explosive in the shot hole.
The way the media bit in this like its some dark secret had me shaking my head.
Some winters dad would come home with a big bag or two of this stuff the guys at the site gave to him since we have a 1/2 mile long and steep driveway and that stuff was great for melting the snow and ice off it.
Waiting for Tannerite to be the next ban call.
On March 28, 2016 at 8:24 pm, UNCLEELMO said:
At least he was using hearing and eye protection.
Too bad he wasn’t using his brain.
On March 31, 2016 at 12:36 pm, Pat Hines said:
Story says he was 50 feet from the explosive rigged target. That wasn’t even 10% of far enough. I worked on building a fire tower road up near Burnsville, North Carolina in the mid-1970s. That work included running a jack hammer to drill holes in rock, then assisting to rig explosives in the holes, wiring them up, then seeking shelter far away. Even then, the rocks fell all over the place, big ones the size of softballs and a few the size of a basketball. Once, about three holes didn’t fire with the rest, so we rewired them, took shelter behind a large bulldozer, and fired them off. They fired this time, and the rocks flew out at every angle. Including a large one that flew out almost parallel to the ground. It hit an oak tree limb about 5-6 inches in diameter and snapped that limb like I’d snap a twig.
I have had a healthy respect for explosives since that time.
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