I was about 12 riding a 3 wheeler and a friend riding his mini bike. He ran out of gas in the middle of the woods. We found a syrafoam cup and filled it some gas from my bike. I made it to his bike but that was it. Gas eats styrafoam but not instantly. Gas all over the the exhaust and up she went. We ran away and let it burn it didn`t explode or catch anything else on fire luckily.

Was at Cochranton, PA poker run camping the nite before. Some kids thought it would be cool to ride their 250X through their camp fire. They did it a few times without incident soon everyone gathered around to watch. He was doing wheelies and going faster. Well one time he made a wider turn around and caught a gas can under the frame. He couldn`t here everyone telling him to stop over his loud exhaust (another reason for quiet exhaust) and rode into the fire with it. Boom nice big fire ball he got off unharmed but the quad sat in fire while everyone ran eccept some kid about 14 I would guess. The flames died down in about 30 seconds and ran over and pushed it off the fire. About an hour later they get it running and start yelling "the fire quad lives".

To be young and stupid !!!

 

14, as a farm boy the branding thing is the best! Man thats funny.

Airraptor, tubes? that was back in the day huh?

Blueleader, is that the inspiration behind your icon?

Ward any story that starts with everclear is going to be good.

 

me and my two older brothers, at boyscout camp, wrapped several rolls of toilet paper with metal wire and soaked them in gas....lite them on fire and played soccer with them and the rest of the troop.....after several minutes of "soccer practice" i noticed my sneaker where on fire....after stomping on my two feet,,,which hurt like hell.....i looked up at everyone else and notice that half the camp site was on fire.....we ran around putting all the fires out.....as things settled down....we laughed our ***** off.........my sneakers were not laughing tho.....
herbdon out......

 

My wife and i bought 3 acres of land about 8 years ago. You could not even walk thru it. I spend a few months off and on clearing it with chainsaws, helpers and tractors. The brush pile was huge. Probably 100 foot diamiter and 18-20 foot high. My wife and i were going to build a house on it after we got it cleaned off. We were living in ft worth at the time. Got up one morning and it was snowing. Decided that it was a good day to light the pile. Me the wife and kid slip slided all the way out there. Poured a little gas on it and poof it went. Flames were going 40-50 foot high. After 20 minutes my wife said she was hungry and wanted to go eat. So we loaded up and went to weatherford 15 miles away. After breakfast we headed back out to watch the fire. By this time it was really snowing hard. As we pulled up to the property we saw 20 vehicles(volenteer fire deptment and 2 or 3 trucks). I was thinking oh shi......... We get out of the truck and start walkingh around. I see my neighbor to be and he said"man looks like some kids decided to light your brush pile today" LOL. The neighbor said he called the fire department cause the snow was falling so hard that it was smoking like crazy and filling his house up 300 feet away. I never told him that i lit the fire.

Anyway we built our house a few months later and the first week my neighbors horses came over and fell thru our septic tank(he never offered to pay a cent) then 2 weeks later after i just paid 1000 dollars to hydo-mulch 1 acre the horses came back and wallering all thru it,destroying 1/2 of it. Agin all he said was sorry. He had a goat that would come under the fence and chase my wife and kid. I used to kick the living crap out of that goat. Well one day enough was enough on the goat and i picked it up (35 pounds) and hummed it as hard as i could (15 feet) It bounced thru the fence and caught his horns on the wire. I walked off with my back killing me and his wife screaming at me. Then a few weeks later i went and bought some ducks for the pond only to have 1 a day come up missing. One morning i was walking by the back door and saw my neighbors dog carring one of the ducks off in his mouth. In a moment of being pissed i grabbed the shot gun by the back door and hauled *** out side loading the gun on the way. As i was putting a bullet in the chamber i accidently must have pulled the trigger shotting the waterhose in two right in front of my foot. (6 inches). The dog got away with the duck. I was now fed up with my neighbor who was like "sorry dude" that is living in the country" I grew up in the country. So my neighbor goes out and buys 6 homing pigeons. Well who's chimney do you think they came to roost and crap on. MINE. After 2 days i had shot all 6 off the chimney. That started the war. I had the sherriff, animal control and others visiting on a daily basis for a while. All told him he was at fault. He rented a excavator and tried to dig a hole right up at the property line trying to make my tank dam burst or leak. Within a few days all 4 of his dogs came up missing. (hmm) Buy the way i threw the dead pigeons on his front porch. It went from bad to worse and i was finally worried that somebody was going to get hurt. So we sold the house and rented one while we built another one at "the trailer park" Within 2 weeks of selling our house the new owner got in a fist fight with the neighbor. Sorry everytime i think of that sob it makes me furios at his attitute.

 

this topic is killing me!! my neighbor had all kinds of livestock and farm animals that frequently got loose. One day my Labrador decided to pick off all the chickens that were cruising around. 8 of them. Well, my mom called the neighbor and offered to clean and butcher them for dinner. The neighbor was PISSED because they were expensive blue spotted egg laying hens and hung up on her. We had a bbq party that Saturday [img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif[/img]

That same dog was bitten by rattle snakes 3 times, had over 2,000 stitches over his carreer of fighting the coyotes, killed 3 of the neighborhood dogs, dragged a 100lb goat to the front door step, and somehow came home with the bottom 1/4 of a horses front leg. How? I dunno. I loved that dog. LMFAO!!!

 

Blue LOL



Back to the fire, 2 new years ago me, crafty, bansheeboy2ky, jerry's son and charlie were screwing around in the garage when one of them spotted a few cases of fireworks. Well we got the motar shells out and preceded to start blasting. We were holding the tubes in our hand and lighting them. Rex (bansheeboy2yk) was holding a tube and others were putting the motar in and lighting the fuse. All was going well for a while. I think charlie looked at me and said he just put a tripe in Rex's tube. I said "cool, okay" and then thought "oh no, those are the wrong tubes for the triples." to late the fuse was lit. BOOM, BAM AND A HUGE EXPLOSION AS THE MOTAR SHELL EXPLODED IN THE TUBE. For a second it was dead quite as we all looked at REX. His new orange jacket that he had just got for x-mas was smoking and grey. His glasses were thrown off his face. I thought for a second he had to9 be hurt cause those motars are wicked. He was very shaken but not dying. All of us busted out laughing when we relised he was going to live. I was thinking of those cyote/roadrunner cartoons and was about to throw up i was laughing so hard.


You have to know Rex cause he is always into something. The 2nd time i had ever met him he came to the house to help build the mx track. Well he had a new banshee and Bob, chris and i were already working. I was loading the dump truck and chris was driving and bob was marking off something. I am looking at rex unload, fire it up and haul *** with 0 warmup. 1st,2nd,3rd,4th and i see him sliding sideways in the pasture. I point at him and chris looks right as the banshee hooks and shoots 10 foot in the air. Chris id pissed and we all take off to survey the damage. Rex is rolling on the ground moaning and is cut and brised. About that time Bob rolls up to a stopand we hear a cruching nosie. (his glasses) lol. We get him up and head back to the truck. About that time my dad drives up and he has been a little nervous about building this track and people getting hurt. All the while my dad is talking and rex wants to goi to the hospital. We did not want Dad to find out and nuke the project before we start. LOL (we are not kids, i am 40 and bob is older and chris
/rex are 20) All that know my dad knows he can talk. He talked for a hour before he left and then Chris and Rex hauled a$$ to the hospital. The had a broken arm and got out of helping build the mx track

 

Mark, I would like to piont out that you were the first one to burn the TEXAS chair.

The first time I met you guys was at Kermit, and it was real cold that night so naturally everone is close to the fire. Well MR, PIRRO(you) walks up casually, and throws a 100 pack in the fire!!LOL. FREAKIN HOT EMBERS ARE FLYNG EVERYWHERE, and everbody takes off in different directions, and yes the Texas chair took allot shrapnol, and the result was a few quarter size holes.LOL.

Makes me wonder how many "fire incounters" that chair had survived, before it got NAPALMED be me![img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif[/img]




Bigger.

 

i wish i burnt my old raptor[img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif[/img]

 

This has got to be one of the most funny threads of all time.[img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif[/img]

14mins, remind me NEVER to live anywhere near you!!!!!

I was about 10 for this mishap. When ever I was younger I was a little firebug, and liked to blow stuff up. It normaly work. Well you all know what those army ammo boxes look like, green metal box with a looking latch. There are great for storing some stuff in because they are air tight and really tuff. Anyway we thought it would make a great explosion. So we filled about a 1/4 of it with black powder. The only problem is we didn't have a good way to light it. So we pulled a fuse out of a bottle rocket and was going to throw it in and close the lid. Yes I was that stupid. Anyway of course as soon as it went in the box BOOOOOOOOOM I had a burn from my wrist to my elbow on my right arm. Part of my shirt went with it. We walked home and in the door to find my buddies dad asking what happened to my arm, well I had a wreck on my motorcycle on the road. He fell for it...I guess.

 

Ditto....only I was 6! [img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif[/img] I guess the babysitter shoulda been watchin us kids a little closer!