I made a pop bottle rocket pistol out of wood when I was a kid to shoot at birds with. It was used once and that was enough to convince me that I had a stupid idea and was even dumber to build it, and even more idiotic to try it.
I see we are digging back into our youth. I am gonna dig out a few stories that make peoples toes curl. The thing is I grew up in a very different world to the one I now live in. Farms and villages in the heart of the Zulu tribal areas in Southern Africa. It was always hot, and kids were expected to only speak to adults when spoken to, and make themselves scarce after breakfast,
take lunch in the kitchen, and only re-appear for dinner. Every kid had a .22 or a 12 guage, and we were expected to be roaming vermin control. I would grab my shotgun, a beat up old westley richards and take one of the farm motor bikes. This was before I even hit junior high. Dont ask me how I did not kill myself
Anyway, on to the projects.
A timed napalm bomb using a mixture of gasoline and liquid soap. The detonator was a .22 with the bullet removed and the powder plugged in with wax. It was aimed downwards, and the "timing" was provided by means of a kerosene soaked plug that took a while to melt the wax and ignite the powder, which then flared downwards into the mixture.
Hand grenades made with shotgun shells turned backwards, and inserted into a pipe. A stick with fins was attached to the pipe to provide drag, like a bottle rocket. This was then thrown and usually had satisfactory results.
A friend of mine built a black powder "handgun" out of galvanised pipe that fired a "C" battery. The result was a visibly stressed pipe, a battery that now orbits the space station, and a hairline fracture in his wrist. He used black powder that was used to reload shotgun shells for guns with damascus barrels thankfully. I hate to think what would happen if he had used a nitro based powder.
A crossbow made from surgical rubber that fired thin steel shafts.
And just so you dont think we were all a bunch of psychotic pyromaniacs
numerous go carts, a "choppper" bycicle, many many wire cars which were the bread and butter toy for kids of all ages
wire car, tree houses, forts and the list goes on.
For all the completely stupid things we did, I never came as close to killing myself as I did when a supposedly safe pontoon raft built by an adult sank with me fully clothed. I did learn a lesson. Pontoons made from old drums might be safe today, but they rust, and dont stay safe forever.
Anyway, my trip to a fond childhood, MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL
Bruce