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About 30 years ago SWIM (someone who isn't me) placed a rather large homemade firework underneath a metal bin one night, SWIM's mates were standing around ribbing SWIM that it "won't do too much", anyway after SWIM lit the fuse and retreated to a safe distance, SWIM and mates were watching and having a laugh when all of a sudden there was a magnitude 3 earthquake...... SWIM reckons that bin in an instant was 50 metres in the air with a green pole of fire still touching the ground..... :eek: SWIM was pretty impressed with the result, he and mates were supposedly rolling around on the ground for about 3 hours laughing so hard they couldn't stand up..
 
Who would have thought hey. I bet most of us still all have our fingers and toes too. God damn soft society nowadays. How are the young uns supposed to learn what not to do if they cant try it out first. :playful: still got mine and we did some crazy stupid stuff.
 
Went off shooting rabbits on my own with my dads single shot .22 when I was 9/10yo.
However leading up to this time my dad taught me the do's and don'ts while out shooting with him;
  • When climbing through or over a fence the rifle was to be unloaded, passed through to other side of fence and laid on the ground, then climb over or through fence.[/*]
  • When walking looking for rabbits, there would be a round up the spout but the bolt was unlocked. NEVER EVER rely on the safety catch[/*]
  • When returning home, live round to be ejected, bolt closed with finger on trigger so it wasn't cocked.[/*]
  • Last but not least, always use an oiled pull through to clean barrel before storing rifle. [/*]
 
greyhound said:
Hard Luck said:
Penny bungers. 1 Cent each at the milk bar. Mini dynamite. They'd be 6-7 of us and pool our resources. Sometimes we would have enough dosh to get 100 of them. Spend all day in the park letting them off.
Ii wonder how that would go down today? :lol: :lol:
A penny bunger inserted into a head stem of a bike or a piece of pipe and some marbles,now that's a lethal weapon :cool:

We had a mortar.
3 pipe jammed into the ground.
Penny bunger dropped in with a lemon jammed in.
It would go at Least over two streets in MtBeauty landing near the Meriki motel.

One of my mates made another that held a D size battery which could knock bricks out of an old chimney.

I got a thin pipe and used it once to launch a sky rocket at a mate running in the opposite direction.
I put the stick in the pipe, lit the rocket and aimed it like a gun.
The rocket took off, weaving across in the direction of my mate running but the bloody thing burnt the front out of my shirt when it took off.
Only done that once
 
Now I know this going to be hard to believe

Young neighbours next door and across the street have 3 young boys and 1 girl betwen the ages of 8 -12
Play either street cricket of tip footy from sunup to sundown

I took a photo of them on my phone and they honestly did not believe you could take photos on a phone
No phone or computers for these kids

The naughty things they do are holding up real stop sign as cars go past and pretend their cops (think they nicked the sign)
I have to show my ID every time I drive up the street on Saturday afternoons..
 
G'day

Yep those were the days but we survived, and I still have all the scars to prove it, fire crackers we bought from the boot makers and used to do all sorts of inventive things with them, like shooting skyrockets at each other out of a length of steel pipe and sometimes at passing cars as well, learnt quickly to hot foot it out of the area before copping a flogging from irate drivers, also used to drop crackers into people fishing buckets on the local swan river jetty and often got chased by angry Italian's. :lol:

A mate and I decided to blow up the neighbors letter box, several penny bungers tied together, blew the crap out of the box and paper everywhere, turns out that the posty had been and the old lady who lived there went nuts on my mate with the straw broom as she saw us sneak up and was wondering what we were doing, she belted the crap out of him and I legged it up to the park, as it turns out we destroyed her pension cheque wondered why she didn't see the funny side of it :mad:

Had a great time as a kid, no cotton wool for us, back in those days families were often large with lots of kids, maybe that was to compensate for losing some along the way as I remember quite a few local kids dying young, one got hit in the temple with a golf ball while we were stealing them off the local golf course, he went into a coma and died a couple of days later, we used to get the balls to sell back to the golfers at the club house later in the day, some times we would scarper on our tredlies as the golfers were taking aim at us when they realised what we were doing, a couple were cleaned up on their tredlies by cars crossing the stirling highway, that was the way it was back then we didn't know any difference anyway.

Can you imagine the local cop booting your kid up the date with his size ten boot these days, it would be on for young and old, I remember getting that treatment for pegging lemons at some smart ass kids in one of the local lane ways, all the houses back then had lane ways behind them and they were the haunts for all the kids as we used to also grab fruit off any trees that hung over the fence, after booting me up the bum I was told to get home and he would come back past my house later and check if I was there and if not he would tell my mum what I had been up to, was more scared of my mum than the cops. :argh:

My old man told me when he was a kid they used to open the trap doors behind the dunnies at the local pub, he grew up in Kalgoorlie, and drop a penny bunger in the bucket while some drunk was taking a dump, in those days they would have to come around and empty the buckets as there was no sewerage system, that congers up all sorts of images.

cheers

stayyerAU
 
Nightjar said:
Went off shooting rabbits on my own with my dads single shot .22 when I was 9/10yo.
However leading up to this time my dad taught me the do's and don'ts while out shooting with him;
  • When climbing through or over a fence the rifle was to be unloaded, passed through to other side of fence and laid on the ground, then climb over or through fence.[/*]
  • When walking looking for rabbits, there would be a round up the spout but the bolt was unlocked. NEVER EVER rely on the safety catch[/*]
  • When returning home, live round to be ejected, bolt closed with finger on trigger so it wasn't cocked.[/*]
  • Last but not least, always use an oiled pull through to clean barrel before storing rifle. [/*]

Reading this the only thing I could think of was a Lithgow .22 single shot.
 
Blocker said:
Nightjar said:
Went off shooting rabbits on my own with my dads single shot .22 when I was 9/10yo.
However leading up to this time my dad taught me the do's and don'ts while out shooting with him;
  • When climbing through or over a fence the rifle was to be unloaded, passed through to other side of fence and laid on the ground, then climb over or through fence.[/*]
  • When walking looking for rabbits, there would be a round up the spout but the bolt was unlocked. NEVER EVER rely on the safety catch[/*]
  • When returning home, live round to be ejected, bolt closed with finger on trigger so it wasn't cocked.[/*]
  • Last but not least, always use an oiled pull through to clean barrel before storing rifle. [/*]

Reading this the only thing I could think of was a Lithgow .22 single shot.

I was given 5 rounds and was expected to bring home 4 bunnies [which I usually did]
 
Blocker said:
Reading this the only thing I could think of was a Lithgow .22 single shot.

You nailed it Blocker, a Lithgow, could knock the eyebrows off a mosquito at 50 paces. Kept it until the rifle recall after the Port Arthur massacre. It went along with my later in life favourite .303 sporting rifle.
 
Not sure if I have posted this in an earlier discussion or not, but I would go rabbiting with my older sister and younger brother, but using ferrets. It was always my job to dispatch the bunnies. Me on the right.

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Rob P.
 
My Mum would bend over her hemming needle's to make into fishing hooks and use old nuts off the bomb car that was in the paddock

Brake off stick's from the willow tree for a fishing rod and the small bits of willow tree as a floots

And cotton as fishing line
 
I have a lithgow single shot in my gun safe. Was my Dad's he bought it for one pound, one shilling when he was a young bloke. Only keep it for sentimental reasons although I did use it recently to scare some crows off from a few lambs. They peck the eyes out so let a few rounds off from the front balcony, it's good not having neighbours
PS there is no pound symbol on the computer what do you know :bomb:
 
PabloP said:
Not sure if I have posted this in an earlier discussion or not, but I would go rabbiting with my older sister and younger brother, but using ferrets. It was always my job to dispatch the bunnies. Me on the right.

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Rob P.
Ferreting shooting and trapping was big part of my youth as well.
I dont know how may rabbits And foxes l skun out on the back step.
Stretching the rabbit skins over a U shaped wire then heading off around town knocking on doors to sell the rabbits.
I think $1 a pair in those days Was good pocket money for us kids.
Mrs McSporran used to complain about the cost but thats standard for a scot as l found out later in life
Shooting
I used to head off by myself early on a weekend shooting, with no food or water.
Id drink at the creeks and walk across to farms where l knew there were fruit trees for a feed when they were in season.
Id come back sometimes at 7 or 8 at night having walked and hunted Over 10 to 15 miles over hill and dale.
And mum always had dinner in the oven.

Frog fishing at night was the way to catch the big trout.
Sometimes a couple of us would head down the Kiewa river at night.
Other nights Id head down by myself
One night l was standing in the dark reeling in my line when l heard something behind me and l knew it was snake by the sound.
I reeled my line in before l shone the torch behind me to see a large brown snake about 5 feet behind me.
Snakes never bothered me in the bush.
I reckon kids wouldnt do it these days.

Where l grew up in Mt Beauty in Victoria its a hydro electricity town.
Underground power stations and tunnels under mountains to redirect the water from one power station to another
The water comes out of a tunnel and into a large poundage area and then is regulated back into the river with large sluice gates.
It was a great place to fish and swim but very dangerous all the same.
There was barb wire around the fences around and above the sluice gates but the fences were only about 4 feet high and we could slide under the lowest wire and hold the fence and get above the sluice gates.
Thinking back it was madness but being young blokes that was what we done.
At times the sluice gates would be virtually closed but at times they were open to varying degrees.
We would leap from the top of the gates into the raging torrent but you had to judge Where you landed as it had a back tow which could pull you back and you would probably have little chance of getting out.
Now its surrounded by razor wire
 

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