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Don't forget Cherry Bombs, M-80s, BB gun wars, rock wars, climbing tall trees then having someone cut it down so you can ride them down, staying in the woods till dark, riding your bike 10 miles to go swimming, quail hunting, and squirrel hunting, wading in ponds with gators fishing all before I was a teenager.
I thought we were the only ones riding trees. Good to know. I did all that you and newnan mention, without the gators. Oh yeah, starting campfires with gasoline. Building rope swings. Playing on frozen ponds. Shooting homemade black powder mini-cannons ( buddy's Dad had a lathe ).Don't forget Cherry Bombs, M-80s, BB gun wars, rock wars, climbing tall trees then having someone cut it down so you can ride them down, staying in the woods till dark, riding your bike 10 miles to go swimming, quail hunting, and squirrel hunting, wading in ponds with gators fishing all before I was a teenager.
LOL, I forgot about the home made cannons, I used shotgun or fire cracker powder. We had a couple huge rope swings in old oak treess along the hillsborough river we used to swing and drop in the river, time it right you had a 20-30 foot drop. Problem was you never knew when there was old tree floating down stream, and due to the Cyprus trees song the banks the water was pitch black, you could not see if there was anything in the water, tree, gator, just never knew and we were were invincible then, or so we thought.I thought we were the only ones riding trees. Good to know. I did all that you and newnan mention, without the gators. Oh yeah, starting campfires with gasoline. Building rope swings. Playing on frozen ponds. Shooting homemade black powder mini-cannons ( buddy's Dad had a lathe ).
Same here, I grew up in the country. I lived in Brandon Fl when it only had a single stop light and lived in Mango Fl also as a kid. I and my friends would go camping in the woods behind our house on Friday nights and go home on Sunday.I always had a 22 on me walking in the woods. If we got doing something you just stashed your guns, played, went home. Mom used to drop us off on Friday evenings at a fishing/creek spot. Pick us up Sunday afternoon.
Rough camping in Florida with so many dangerous critters, plants, and the bugs, earn way more bad-ass points, than the benign western Washington woods and streams I grew up around. But we were cold and wet most of the time.Same here, I grew up in the country. I lived in Brandon fl when it only had a single stop light, and lived in Mango Fl also as a kid. I and my friends would go camping in the woods behind our house on Friday nights and go home on Sunday.
Same here and Im 45...lol.
My mom would always say that to me, even after she smacked me up side my head. If I did real bad...lol.Yea and we did all of those things with no computers, cell phones, or pagers!
Of course that’s when a good wooden spoon, switch or belt scared you a lot more than “wait till your father gets home!”
Got my first 22 at 9 but could not leave the yard till 12 and hundreds of squirrels later with it. At one point dad said we had enough fake chicken wings...LOL. The good old days.I always had a 22 on me walking in the woods. If we got doing something you just stashed your guns, played, went home. Mom used to drop us off on Friday evenings at a fishing/creek spot. Pick us up Sunday afternoon.
Sorta like YARD DARTS...That are banned now, loved that game. Yellow ring and took turns like horse shoes. Epic childhood.Catching arrows. Remember the old re-curve ( starter ) fiberglass bows that came with a handful of arrows? Out in a pasture or field, we would try to catch them coming down after being shot high into the air by the smarter guy. You can actually catch them, if you're good. That was probably the most potentially lethal stunt we pulled.
Going into the woods with two other 12-year-olds, all carrying .22's. Survived it all. Shouldn't have. I found I could fall a fair distance, if I snapped off a few branches on the way down. Still hurt, though.
All you country boys probably smoked corn silks, tried to chew some Bull of The Woods or Red Mule, and snuck a taste of that clear stuff in the mason jar. Of course then you got your mouth washed out with soap and had to take a BIG spoonful of castor oil.
No we rolled our own and HELP make the clear stuff. Some had a little green stuff. Life in the woods...lol.All you country boys probably smoked corn silks, tried to chew some Bull of The Woods or Red Mule, and snuck a taste of that clear stuff in the mason jar. Of course then you got your mouth washed out with soap and had to take a BIG spoonful of castor oil.
I know what you mean about the wet and cold. I have camped all over the west including Washington State, a beautiful state too.Rough camping in Florida with so many dangerous critters, plants, and the bugs, earn way more bad-ass points, than the benign western Washington woods and streams I grew up around. But we were cold and wet most of the time.