Stupid things we did as kids!

[20x]

rocking roofs was a pretty standard and regular thing, love the rush of running...

anyway...

mid-teens...cane toading with golf clubs and dolphin torches was awesome urban hunting...

combining the 2....

aim toad at house for a direct window impact or find 1 on a naturestrip on a hill and go the long shot on roofs below :lol:

the shine of the light in their eyes held their attention quite well...plenty of time! :lol:

real dumb evil thing....

a result of no toads left...

sand wedging a bowling green at night...oops!

 

[Sandta]

Good onya Goldpick, now see what youve started.....
Im with 20xwater, where do i start ?
Id have to be one of the dumbest c out there.
I can relate to nearly all these posts, some have brought back memories that are sure to cause me sleeping issues
Curse you Goldpick...
Since my typing abilities suck so bad , ill put (some) events into words and get back to you later.
If my life was to published in a book , would have to be in the fiction section... because no one would believe it to be true , nor that im still alive

 

[richo966]

we used to tie rope to car and rip lid of otto bin and ski behind the car on the local footy field the fight when they found out was epic

 

[Gippy]

ok...this one is a bit full on and some may not find it funny so just try to remember that I was just a kid...

my old man and his mates were very un-sympathetic with pest irratication back then and found it very entertaining. I use to listen to their storys and just wanted to be like them.

I rarely got to go shooting cause I was obviously a pain in the ass...

my first air riffle was a real old .22 cal BSA meteor handed down from my grandfather.
cause it was so old it didn't have much power even with the proper ammo. after school and weekends on the farm I would allways be hunting rabbits but my sluggy only had enough power to injure so I allways failed.

I then discovered that at close range it worked well on birds and began to target them.
I loved it that much that I found a 'what bird is that' book and started marking them off and that's how I learnt what birds were what.

because I did this EVERY day I started off with a sore neck from allways looking up but ya actually get use to it ey. after a while the birds that lived around the farm house trees learnt that I was danger and stayed higher in the trees or flew off at the first sight of me.

I also remember that they could obviously recignise a long thing in my hands and showed no fear when I had no gun. so I started to try and conceal my weapon but they just knew.

I think back now and it was because of my posture when in hunt mode, a lions prey knows if its in direct danger in the same way.

anyway...I didn't know what empathy was back then but I eventually learnt it and I remember the exact day of my awareness. on that day and straight after I did what I did to a mob of feral goats at st George I said to the old man.."dad,i cant do this anymore ey".

I have loved and respected the natural world ever since!

through my 20's I had nightmares of big versions of things allways trying to get me and it went on for years...calma!!!!!!!!!!! :lol:

You were a very naughty boy, Like me! you sore the light...

 

[Colmaca]

I got nothing

Only silly adult things

 

[Gippy]

Have to say that I have not finished from when I started at the age of twelve, growing up in Traralgon Victoria. Going out to the local tip and filling up spud bags full of pressure packs, shooting baby rockets from letter boxes, blowing letter boxes with that trusty copper pipe bomb. making bolt bombs.

And here I am at 46 years young and last year made a real nice hydrogen fuel cell, it worked a treat until I lit a bubble of hydrogen in my bubbler. Almost blew the roof off my workshop.

Still making poo that goes bang, but now the bang has much more punch.

You notice one thing, we all talk about doing things outside. Go and ask a kid now what he got up to.

Your a couple of years younger than me Myspot. Man have I some memories of the Traralgon Tip. We used to collect the pressure packs and throw them in the fire when Old Midnight was burning off, you remember him... Dirty old Bugger he was :lol:

Isn't hydrogen good fun and its cheep to :lol:

 

[Goldpick]

Probably the biggest smacking I got was when I was looking for some c size batteries for one of my toys. Ended up finding a battery holder in mum & dads cupboard, so I ran to the lounge where they were watching tv, and asked them how to get the batteries out. To their horror, they realised I was proudly holding up mr buzzy, trying to get the end cap off.

Got a fair smacking from that, didn't know what for at first, but was more for rooting around in their cupboard than getting my first sex ed lesson by mistake. :lol:

 

[Monty]

Oh Goldpick........You make me laugh 8)
Monty

 

[Colmaca]

As said I only got adult stuff . I was maybe 19 or so I was water-skiing and 44 gallon drums every 10 meters or so along dam wall I would use these as slalom track . great plan I'll go one ski each side . I still got my Balls 8)

 

[willo1]

I remember when we were kids we use to catch the coal trains to get between towns where we lived. The worst part was when the 'mini inspectors' (train line repairers in converted 4x4's) use to come along and if they saw us, they use to shoot at us with salt guns. Had many welts from those guys......

 

[20x]

Probably the biggest smacking I got was when I was looking for some c size batteries for one of my toys. Ended up finding a battery holder in mum & dads cupboard, so I ran to the lounge where they were watching tv, and asked them how to get the batteries out. To their horror, they realised I was proudly holding up mr buzzy, trying to get the end cap off.

Got a fair smacking from that, didn't know what for at first, but was more for rooting around in their cupboard than getting my first sex ed lesson by mistake. :lol:

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: ...gold!

 

[20x]

ok...this one is a bit full on and some may not find it funny so just try to remember that I was just a kid...

my old man and his mates were very un-sympathetic with pest irratication back then and found it very entertaining. I use to listen to their storys and just wanted to be like them.

I rarely got to go shooting cause I was obviously a pain in the ass...

my first air riffle was a real old .22 cal BSA meteor handed down from my grandfather.
cause it was so old it didn't have much power even with the proper ammo. after school and weekends on the farm I would allways be hunting rabbits but my sluggy only had enough power to injure so I allways failed.

I then discovered that at close range it worked well on birds and began to target them.
I loved it that much that I found a 'what bird is that' book and started marking them off and that's how I learnt what birds were what.

because I did this EVERY day I started off with a sore neck from allways looking up but ya actually get use to it ey. after a while the birds that lived around the farm house trees learnt that I was danger and stayed higher in the trees or flew off at the first sight of me.

I also remember that they could obviously recignise a long thing in my hands and showed no fear when I had no gun. so I started to try and conceal my weapon but they just knew.

I think back now and it was because of my posture when in hunt mode, a lions prey knows if its in direct danger in the same way.

anyway...I didn't know what empathy was back then but I eventually learnt it and I remember the exact day of my awareness. on that day and straight after I did what I did to a mob of feral goats at st George I said to the old man.."dad,i cant do this anymore ey".

I have loved and respected the natural world ever since!

through my 20's I had nightmares of big versions of things allways trying to get me and it went on for years...calma!!!!!!!!!!! :lol:

You were a very naughty boy, Like me! you sore the light...

:lol: :lol:

Mate, at school I spent more time in the office than in class and usualy for the same offence...

Snap an arial off a car for the ultimate chrome barrel pea-shooter, chew up half a rubber at a time in my mouth into tiny bits and rail gun people :lol:

I was allways armed and ready for war in class, use to have my pea-shooter slid behind my watch band parallel with my arm so I could do a quick shot and return to pretend im writing pretty fast without getting caught(but not allways) :lol:

Use to love looking back at the end of class at the floor, it looked like hail but the best part was laughing at where most of the hail was...who sat there was the loser of the battle :lol:

It came a time to step up the fear and threat factor so chewy as ammo was introduced. because it was heavyer and I could make perfect little round pallets in my mouth...distance and accuracy was awesome.(soft shot at teachers back with a jumper on was gold) :lol: :lol:

Sometimes the back of someones head was just to irresistible, the funniest part was as it hits the first thing the victim does is place their hand on the back of their head to feel what hit em and that just embedded more hair into the chewy.

Then ide run over with a pair of scissors and say 'shut the ###k up and don't dob,i'll cut it out' :lol: :lol: and then after that start laughing at the chunk of hair missing from their head :lol: :lol:

 

[20x]

I must say that as a tradie working jobs sites the best way to get to know another tradie fast is to ask this 1 simple question..."how much trouble did you get in at school mate"...the last bloke I did that to was a mid 50 year old pom, after about 3 days on our tiling crew he was still a bit reserved. I asked this question and it unleashed him...he never shut up from that moment on :lol:

 

[banksy]

0600 getting readier to go to oallan ford this morning to meet up with pete, placed the HB and all my stuff into the car, jump in slowly started to back out when I hear this funny noise from the back of the car(f@#k s#$t c#$t) 1X water pump, 3 hr later G2G, should have had that cup of coffee.

 

[willo1]

0600 getting readier to go to oallan ford this morning to meet up with pete, placed the HB and all my stuff into the car, jump in slowly started to back out when I hear this funny noise from the back of the car(f@#k s#$t c#$t) 1X water pump, 3 hr later G2G, should have had that cup of coffee.

You guys weren't set up near the road by any chance taking to a fella with a long beard. There were a couple of high bankers set up there as I was leaving that were not there the day before.

 

[banksy]

white beard?

 

[pjg100]

Those blokes were there when we arrived, they set up 2 HB and were gone when Bazza and I came back about 3pm. Must have been to much rain for them. We soldiered on thru the rain for a good day sluicing.

Peter

 

[willo1]

No worries, just thought I would check. I left around 9.30am when there was a bit of a break in the rain to pack up the camp site. I was planning on staying there for the day but my young bloke had other ideas...

 

[20x]

This hunting buggy was built over 40yrs ago from a VW beetle. Mostly with a hacksaw and welder. I couldn't believe the old bloke still had it and it actually still goes.

Many dumb and crazy things were done in this madmax machine.

This was the first of 11 he built

 

[Martin]

Now that's classic!