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JulianRoss said..
Thanks sn, THAT is a story...
there are plenty more.........
Its pretty entertaining taking old earthmover tyres off the rims.......when you use copious amounts of detcord!
[just ask the entire Bindoon townsite - they got to listen to the local J.P. and myself
hard at work [who am I kidding....] have an awesome time sending huuuuge smoke rings up over flat rocks road, and booms echoing through the town]
And then on a farm outside Koorda, there was an old concrete house pad that needed demolishing, gave it plenty of "oomph" as it was supposed to be well reinforced.
Found out afterwards that the reo was old recycled rusty chook wire.
Have I mentioned that diving under the tray of a ute can become a reflex action???
Adjoining farm - we got bored shooting rabbits, and loaded up a row of warrens that were hidden under prickles.
The procedure is to stuff a kilo or so of anfo down the burrows, collapse the entrance leaving the fuse poking out of each one, then you walk down the row lighting fuses.
Sometimes rabbits are smart and have a back door to their burrow, which then turns the burrow into a rabbit cannon [yes - rabbits can fly!]
You ever see the episode of mythbusters where they fired a chook through an airplanes windscreen??
well, HQ ute side windows didn't do much better, and bits of rabbit and glass are real fun to get out of upholstery....
As a side note - fox dens got special attention, [ie: just a "
little bit " more kaboomy stuff than rabbit warrens] unfortunately though, they can go a long way underground - leaving a messy trench after the den collapses, which is a PITA to fix - especially when the ruddy foxes had put their den under the firebreak/track and under a ruddy strainer post which held up the gate......
Meanwhile, back in Bindoon, dear old Mum had an outstanding selection of lavender growing - thousands of the things of 4 [or5??] different types.
But - there was a ruddy old gnarly dead tree lying in the middle of dear old Mum's pride and joy looking, well...... old and gnarly and not pretty.
Mum had grumbled about this thing one too many times, so I went and dug out my log splitting gun, loaded it up with B.P. and hammered it into the end of the dead tree, thinking I would split it into a few pieces that were easier to drag out from between the rows of Mums precious lavender.
Lit the fuse, [lovely smell that stuff makes] them KABOOM!!
I had a feeling something wasn't right - but I couldn't see what due to the black powder's smoke and dust.
meanwhile.......Mum's prized chooks had scarpered, the bantams had taken off too fast - some got tangled up in the chook fence, our platoon of guinea fowl deserted and went M.I.A. [for several months], my labrador and rottie had both shat themselves and bolted and hid under the ute [kinda developing into a family tradition].
Smoke and dust eventually cleared, and I was in the poo.....the tree had split alright - but a huuuuuuge chunk had spun off and taken out a row of around 30 lavender [and the retic] and another hunk had somersaulted in the other direction - missing all the weedy lavenders and landed on the good stuff.
As I am thinking how to explain all this, Mum calls from the house to ask what am I up too........
S'all right Mum, just clearing up a bit of rubbish.....
As I headed to the shed to get the shovel/axe/chainsaw/chains/petrol/ matches [another story] I notice our two cats [coincidentally - given to us by the previously mentioned J.P.] are making themselves useful by helping remove the bantams stuck in the chook fence.
You know what!! I think I might have got away with that one


well, Dear old Mum doesn't mention it all that often