Postby Davidizer13 » Tue Jul 05, 2011 5:51 pm
I'm at field camp in Montana, where every sort of firework was legal for the Fourth. Thanks to a short day of work where we stayed on campus instead of going into the field, someone bought fireworks. There were a bunch of these bee-shaped thingies that randomly fly around when you toss them into the air, some sparklers, those tanks with wheels... All good, clean, highly dangerous fun.
But the real highlight of the night was a set of artillery shells they got; those are the things that fly up into the air and look more or less like small professional fireworks. For the grand finale, we put two shells in the tube at once. (Don't try this at home, kiddies!) The first one went off all right. The second one didn't. It exploded about ten feet in the air, the sparks flew into the bystanders, everyone was running, it was awesome, and miraculously, nobody got hurt! This time. It was awesome, in a fiery, near-death sort of way.
(Incidentally, I think about half the crowd, made up of students from my college, had had a few drinks, but not the people who came up with the idea, strangely enough.)
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