re: Name something crazy your dad had you do growing up

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He made my brother and I pecan guns. Basically a 2" steel pipe with a pipe cap on one end, and he drilled a hole in the pipe cap so the firecracker fuse could go through. Put some wadding in the pipe and load it up with a pecan. It was our own pecan muzzleloaders. We'd have mud clot wars with the neighbors after a big rain. Neighbor had a tree house, we didn't. We started turning the tide of the wars when we brought out the old pecan guns and fire them at the neighbors. The pecans would explode on impact when it hit the side of that tree house. The mud flinging wars always ended shortly after the pecan guns came out, for some reason..

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I don’t want to get political so no one please don’t this great thread, but it’s so sad that this piece of America is gone. That’s a all-around red blooded kind of Americana story that is never coming back. Your story is awesome and reminds me of the crap we did growing up. Our firecracker and pine cone wars were epic.

My dad had a gorilla costume. He would put it on and go knock on the windows of kids in my neighborhood. He would scare the shite out of us. He'd get shot doing that today.

Another thing is he made up a dance called the fleur di lis dance. When the Saints made a big play he'd have my brother and I do the dance around our coffee table while doing the Who Dat cheer. If we refused he would hit us with the 'bitch be good' stick and yell "bitch be good" at us.

We dug my grandfather's grave together on Halloween of 1995.

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No big story behind it. He was just that cheap back then. Think he saved about $50.

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six pack of beer and cigarettes 

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I wouldnt have been trusted with it. Id have traded it for pornography on the way home.

My grandfather had an old Farm pond with a bunch of timber on one end. We were fishing it an he got his favorite lure/fly caught on one of the dead trees. He made me strip down to my skivies and swim out an retrieve his fly. I think he paid me a couple of bucks to do it. At 8 or 9 the thought of what was in that water terrified me. Funny thing is, I went on to study aquatic biology.

He was a physician and had Tuesdays off. Pretty frequently, I'd be at school on Tuesdays in the spring and they'd bring a note from the office saying I had a "Doctor's Appointment" at 1 pm. When I walked out, Dad would be there in our old K5 blazer so we could go fishing...

Yikes

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We then made little thrower things to launch flaming balls of goo in the woods at anything that would burn.

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All of our dads has old varnish left over from some project 10 years before and it was gold. We’d dip big sticks in it and get that syrupy sludge twisted on it. Light on fire and run around dripping fire bombs on ant piles. Damn, that was so much fun.

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Run numbers to everyone in the neighborhood. And you better not be late getting home!

When I was 15 my dad called me and asked me to check how much gas was in the motor home. I ran out and checked and it was full. He said he wanted me to drive it to Destin from Mongtomery. I told him that I did not have my drivers license yet. His reply was for me to take the back roads! So down US 331 I went!