posted on Feb, 24 2015 @ 10:52 PM
When I was 11 in 1965, my best friend was 10, he got a re-curve bow with 35 pound pull for his birthday. We strung it and bought a box of 12 gauge 3
inch magnum 00 buckshot, cut the tops off of them and filled the void with candle wax so they wouldn't hurt anything.
We obtained about twenty practice arrows and taped the buckshot shells - minus the buckshot - to the end of the arrows. To ignite the shells we taped
a marble to the primer.
Now the largest building in our small town was the bank building and on one side of it was a three foot separation between the adjacent building and
we shimmied up the two walls with our bow and arrows and my fathers binoculars during Halloween night.
The first arrow we let go was towards the east on the main street. BOOM! The cops went flying towards the sound and started looking around. After a
few minutes we let the next one go west on the main street. BOOM! The cops went zooming down to where the arrow landed. For some reason they never
found the arrows. My friend and I were laughing so hard that I was afraid the cops would hear us up on the bank building.
The bank was very near the main crossroads in town and we could see north, south, east and west. We let several more arrows go, the next to the south,
landing in the middle of the street. Off go the cops. Before they made it to the third one, we shot one north towards the school. The cops came back
to the middle of town to the crossroads and stopped.
In our small town, we have a volunteer fire department and back then they didn't have pagers, but a large air raid type siren mounted on the water
tower that was blown when the firemen were needed. The fire alarm went off and my friend and I thought that we had started something on fire even
though we couldn't see anything even with the binoculars.
We stopped shooting arrows for the time being and waited to see what was going to happen. The cops stayed where they were and soon a fire truck pulled
up as well as two county deputy sheriff's cars. As things got quiet we could hear them talking. They were going to try to find us and boy did they
My friend and I hid the arrows and bow on top of the bank building, shimmied back down to the ground and high-tailed it home which was about three
blocks away. Once we arrived home, we laughed so hard we cried holding on to each other.
About a week later, we went back to get our gear off the bank, retrieved them, and never told anyone what happened.
Even now, when I see him, I just say "arrow" and we both start giggling.