Daleandee
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IDK why, but it was inevitably a .30-30 or .444 lever with iron sights here.
Got to be a 12 gauge on the rack too ...
IDK why, but it was inevitably a .30-30 or .444 lever with iron sights here.
It was Bill Coors who engineered that opening. He was also the engineer who pioneered the use of aluminum in making beer cans . Or so he told me at one of our chats at a growers meetings . Also said his biggest mistake was going national. Much better as a regional brewer.And the more obscure transitional design that Coors used for a few years. Push in the small button to release pressure, then the big one to drink. It worked pretty well as the earliest commercial solution to opening a drink can without having to remove and discard a pull tab.
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I always used a section of 1/2 inch copper pipe with one end plugged. The proper technique included bending the fuse first upwards then downwards at the midpoint creating an upside down V that would hold the bottle rocket in place at the pipe rim while you lit it. When the fuse burnt half way, it would then drop into the pipe for precise aiming at your friend's eyes, ears or anywhere else that might cause maiming.Those plastic whiffle ball bats had a little hole in each end due to the molding process. If you enlarged the hole in the big end, you could put the stick for your bottle rocket in there and make a bottle rocket "rifle" for better accuracy in your bottle rocket wars.
Those plastic whiffle ball bats had a little hole in each end due to the molding process. If you enlarged the hole in the big end, you could put the stick for your bottle rocket in there and make a bottle rocket "rifle" for better accuracy in your bottle rocket wars.
I always used a section of 1/2 inch copper pipe with one end plugged. The proper technique included bending the fuse first upwards then downwards at the midpoint creating an upside down V that would hold the bottle rocket in place at the pipe rim while you lit it. When the fuse burnt half way, it would then drop into the pipe for precise aiming at your friend's eyes, ears or anywhere else that might cause maiming.
This totally what the other kids and myself would be doing back then.We'd be saying, "Cool, Dad has some copper pipe... hey Brian, do you have any matches?"
I have a nice LC Smith double that will look nice.
I’m restoring my great grandfathers 52 Ford F1 and will put one in. I have a nice LC Smith double that will look nice.
Homeland Security would have had a field day at my 9th and 10th grade chemistry classes. (We put those slate tables to the test.)This totally what the other kids and myself would be doing back then.
Were those fancier than New England Arms?. . . . LC Smith. Choke on the left side was so tight a dime wouldn't drop in the hole . . .
Were those fancier than New England Arms?
Yah, we pulled stuff that would have gotten us expelled or worse.Homeland Security would have had a field day at my 9th and 10th grade chemistry classes. (We put those slate tables to the test.)
The schools had different concerns back then. They wanted to make sure we didn't make any fatal errors while learning. I wonder if learning is even a concern today.Yah, we pulled stuff that would have gotten us expelled or worse.
Of course it's a concern. However, litigation from our sue-happy society has forced them into keeping potential weapons out of kids hands. Far easier for schools to say "no knives" than it is to pay for millions in lawsuits so that Timmy can carry a pocketknife every day.The schools had different concerns back then. They wanted to make sure we didn't make any fatal errors while learning. I wonder if learning is even a concern today.
I made (small quantities of) napalm and black powder with a teacher's supervision. We blew stuff up (from a safe distance) with acetylene gas we made from carbide. Students made flintlock pistols, halberds, and bowie knives in shop class.
My oldest son wasn't allowed to carry his grandfather's boy scout knife into the same gymnasium that I carried school owned .22 rifles through to get to the range set up behind the gym. The grandchildren of those a couple years ahead of me in school get warnings for looking at things that are "pointy" or "sharp" on school issued laptops.
So, in eighth grade, I answered an add in the back of a magazine and got 91 feet of cannon fuse for $1. I cut it into 1.5 inch pieces and sold it at school for 1 cent per piece.Homeland Security would have had a field day at my 9th and 10th grade chemistry classes. (We put those slate tables to the test.)
So, in eighth grade, I answered an add in the back of a magazine and got 91 feet of cannon fuse for $1. I cut it into 1.5 inch pieces and sold it at school for 1 cent per piece.
Science teacher was fresh out of the Army and very cool. So one day he shows us how to make nitrocellulose. A couple of days later, he takes the now dry material and some poster board to make a large firecracker. And commented, that if he had a fuse, he could detonate it.
I raise my hand and tell him I had fuse. So I gave him a couple of pieces. He lit one and mentally timed the burn rate. Then inserted another piece into his firecracker, then lit it. Talking about how we should not try this at home, it was dangerous, est. I am freaking as the fuse burns down.
Then he flicks up to the corner of the room at the ceiling and proceeds to blow up the ceiling tile.
As I said, very cool teacher.
I wonder if learning is even a concern today.
Yup…my daughter was a para for a while. The school was concerned that her students were doing too well, and they would lose funding. They told her that her students weren’t allowed to score better than 40% on spelling tests.Of course it's a concern.
Ah, yes, the contact explosive. I remember it well. Two of us made a big batch in the HS chem lab, putting small portions on filter paper disks and distributing them across all of the lab benches to safely dry before the next period, when the lab would be empty and we could safely set them off one at a time (it didn't take much, a slight jostle or loud noise would do it). The bell rang, and we both ran to our next class just to check in and say we had to finish up a lab experiment and would be at that class a little late. By the time we got back to the chem lab, a lab prep aide had gathered all of the filter papers (not yet dry) and packed them into a small corner of one bench. Now they were dry...one goes off, the whole batch goes up.We had in previous years made ammonium triiodide which is always fun. One of the other schools in the district had to be evacuated due to some kids not being careful in their preparation of this (they found a whole bowl of it drying out somewhere). After that they got picky about leaving the raw materials out where the students could find them.
Of course it's a concern. However, litigation from our sue-happy society has forced them into keeping potential weapons out of kids hands. Far easier for schools to say "no knives" than it is to pay for millions in lawsuits so that Timmy can carry a pocketknife every day.
I remember the ROTC guys walking through school and out to the range behind school carrying M-1’s.When I was in high school ROTC we had a live fire rifle range (22 caliber) on school property that was used for qualifying ...
Speaking of contact explosives, we made nitrogen tri-iodide by dissolving iodine crystals into very strong ammonia... both ingredients conveniently available from a mail-order chemical supply house. Same drill - deploy the paste and let it dry. Depending on quantity, SNAP or BOOMlet when jostled a little bit, followed by a small cloud of purple smoke. Fun for the kids. Never got caught, never any ambulance worthy incidents. That was education at it's finest!Ah, yes, the contact explosive. I remember it well. Two of us made a big batch in the HS chem lab, putting small portions on filter paper disks and distributing them across all of the lab benches to safely dry before the next period, when the lab would be empty and we could safely set them off one at a time (it didn't take much, a slight jostle or loud noise would do it). The bell rang, and we both ran to our next class just to check in and say we had to finish up a lab experiment and would be at that class a little late. By the time we got back to the chem lab, a lab prep aide had gathered all of the filter papers (not yet dry) and packed them into a small corner of one bench. Now they were dry...one goes off, the whole batch goes up.
The chemistry teacher told us it was our mess to clean up, so we geared up in all of the protective gear the lab had...lab coats, rubber gauntlets, hearing protection, goggles and face shields...and the guy inside the lab would use long tongs to verrrrrryyy carefully move one piece of filter paper into a stainless steel tray, set another tray over the top, and carefully walk it to the window. I'd carefully take the tray, walk it a few paces into the parking lot, set it down, hit it with a small pebble to set it off, then pass the trays back in through the window. We'd successfully detonated a dozen or so charges without incident, when I noticed that a police cruiser had crept up behind me, and the cop was watching the operation intently. We blew up the next dozen or so charges without incident, when they kid inside finally jostled a paper and the rest of the charges blew up in unison. It was impressive, but at least we'd gotten rid of maybe 3/4 of the material so no real damage was done.
We both got a lengthy detention (the only one I ever received) and had to write "I will not perform any more unauthorized experiments in the chemistry lab" 1000 times.
I had writers cramp for a month, and a few years later, a Ph.D. in chemistry.
Yep. I was on the rifle team; we'd carry the rifles through the school to get on the bus and ride through town with them to go to matches at other schools. We'd be down on the range practicing almost every day. That range had been there since the school was built, and the Sgt Major had a story for every random ricochet mark. There weren't very many; we were all well trained and disciplined.When I was in high school ROTC we had a live fire rifle range (22 caliber) on school property that was used for qualifying ...
During my brief stay at college, we were required to have our firearms locked in the dorm's secured storage. We could check them out for cleaning and such. One afternoon we'd been out plinking with a couple of rifles -- one was my M1 carbine. So we're up in the room cleaning them, and a cop shows up at the door. Apparently someone called in a report that we have "machine guns" in the room. No big deal, but it did give us a fun idea. We had our beds up in a loft to clear up floor space. That left a dozen bed legs, basically lengths of iron pipe. They looked great wrapped in paper and taped into a bundle...I was on a college rifle team, and while we usually kept the rifles on the varsity range, if we had to leave for an early match the next day we'd often bring them back to the dorm overnight. Never a problem, a lot of students had firearms. I had my trap shotgun in the dorm, and my MEC 600 reloader, plus my favorite .357 revolver. My roommate also had one, and he had the Lee press we used to reload for them, sometimes set up in the TV lounge.
One day we were cleaning guns, and the Resident Assistant burst through the door unannounced, declaring "Hoppes! I love that smell!" We all talked guns for a bit, and he left happy.
I’d go right from the meeting to calling every media outlet in the region, and naming names.Yup…my daughter was a para for a while. The school was concerned that her students were doing too well, and they would lose funding. They told her that her students weren’t allowed to score better than 40% on spelling tests.
Guns were (and probably still are) illegal in the area of south Chicago where I started college. It was amazing how many here actually were in the house.I was on a college rifle team, and while we usually kept the rifles on the varsity range, if we had to leave for an early match the next day we'd often bring them back to the dorm overnight. Never a problem, a lot of students had firearms. I had my trap shotgun in the dorm, and my MEC 600 reloader, plus my favorite .357 revolver. My roommate also had one, and he had the Lee press we used to reload for them, sometimes set up in the TV lounge.
One day we were cleaning guns, and the Resident Assistant burst through the door unannounced, declaring "Hoppes! I love that smell!" We all talked guns for a bit, and he left happy.
We had M1927s (.22 cal M1903s), and the firing / archery line was right behind the gym with the backstopping being a berm 150 yards or so away.I remember the ROTC guys walking through school and out to the range behind school carrying M-1’s.
Were those fancier than New England Arms?
LC Smith is the only American sidelock shotgun and werereally well made.