OT - Don’t throw snowballs at moving vehicles

As Canadian I missed snowball fights with my friends when I was a kid. Throwing snowballs at moving vehicles or skidoo is a big no-no cuz it can cause accidents and injuries.

Wet snowballs are the worst cuz they can scatter the windows of moving vehicles if thrown hard.
 
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I did lot of hunting with my pop, mostly deer and hog. We always dressed, butchered and ate what we shot so I understand where you are coming from. This was different, I was just being a little **** harassing a rabbit just minding his own business in a field off the road. Some how it was personal. Eventually I stopped hunting also but that was many years latter after a grizzly bear taught that guilt was not the only thing lurking in the woods. I don't hold hunting against anyone but I'm too soft on animals to do it now - except frigging gators, no problem popping any I see.
Never, ever wrong to be hunting gators, ever. ;)
 
Throwing snowballs at cars was an enjoyable NJ pastime, until someone stopped and took chase, especially the garbage men, they were scary...but we had woods and knew the terrain thus never caught.
 
When I was young, maybe 11 or 12-years old, my friends and I used to throw rocks at those twin-engine mosquito spraying cargo planes (DC-6? DC-7?) that would fly low over the neighborhood. We never used to hit it, for one because it was traveling so fast that it was difficult to time correctly, and two because even flying at a low spraying height it was still well above the tree line, which was too high for us kids to hit with mere rocks. But one day, we all tossed our rocks up at the same time just as the plane was flying overhead, and we heard a loud metallic clank. One of our rocks had hit pay dirt, and for a moment we all howled gleefully. But then the plane banked and began making a wide turn. We watched as the plane climbed and came back around exactly over the spot we had tossed our rocks from, like it was searching for us. I had never been so scared in my life. We all got on our bikes and rode into the woods, expecting the cops to show up at any time.

Needless to say, that was the end of my rock throwing days.

Edit: Just did a search and found the exact plane. It was a DC-3.


My brothers thought it was a good idea to point a rifle at an Apache years ago. Well, until the pilot chased them down and scared the crap out of them. They never did THAT again. Some things you just don't do.
 
When I was young, maybe 11 or 12-years old, my friends and I used to throw rocks at those twin-engine mosquito spraying cargo planes (DC-6? DC-7?) that would fly low over the neighborhood. We never used to hit it, for one because it was traveling so fast that it was difficult to time correctly, and two because even flying at a low spraying height it was still well above the tree line, which was too high for us kids to hit with mere rocks. But one day, we all tossed our rocks up at the same time just as the plane was flying overhead, and we heard a loud metallic clank. One of our rocks had hit pay dirt, and for a moment we all howled gleefully. But then the plane banked and began making a wide turn. We watched as the plane climbed and came back around exactly over the spot we had tossed our rocks from, like it was searching for us. I had never been so scared in my life. We all got on our bikes and rode into the woods, expecting the cops to show up at any time.

Needless to say, that was the end of my rock throwing days.

Edit: Just did a search and found the exact plane. It was a DC-3.


Good story. However, the ending was disappointing, I was hoping to hear that you got tazed or were a victim of excessive police violence. JK. That was some throw!
 
I did lot of hunting with my pop, mostly deer and hog. We always dressed, butchered and ate what we shot so I understand where you are coming from. This was different, I was just being a little **** harassing a rabbit just minding his own business in a field off the road. Some how it was personal. Eventually I stopped hunting also but that was many years latter after a grizzly bear taught that guilt was not the only thing lurking in the woods. I don't hold hunting against anyone but I'm too soft on animals to do it now - except frigging gators, no problem popping any I see.
This reminds me of Frank Reynolds and the rabbit he caught to eat on the side of the road
 
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Unfortunately, our society is plagued by pussified and easily manipulated mf's who think it's ok to do this. Anyone rationalizing such an irrational and hideous act of violence should have their head examined. I am in no way anti 2nd ammendment but we seriously gotta find a balance in our society. Straight up.

Neither of the kids died from the injuries. On the other hand, throwing **** at moving cars can kill someone.

Hopefully it's a teaching moment and kids are scared straight. Don't be throwing **** at moving vehicles.
 
Unfortunately, our society is plagued by pussified and easily manipulated mf's who think it's ok to do this. Anyone rationalizing such an irrational and hideous act of violence should have their head examined. I am in no way anti 2nd ammendment but we seriously gotta find a balance in our society. Straight up.

Too many people that think they're the toughest members of society are strangely also the first to feel threatened or victimized. The ultimate snowflakes.
 
Unfortunately, our society is plagued by pussified and easily manipulated mf's who think it's ok to do this. Anyone rationalizing such an irrational and hideous act of violence should have their head examined. I am in no way anti 2nd ammendment but we seriously gotta find a balance in our society. Straight up.
Kids should have guns?
 
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Kids should have guns?
Idiots who use them to commit crimes should have the book thrown at them. I'd also be willing to bet that this individual didn't purchase his gun legally, which is a seriously under-prosecuted crime.
 
When I lived in what's now Palmetto Bay in the mid 70s, you could here that thing coming in the evening and then it would just fly right over your head just above the treetops. That was the coolest thing.

It truly was cool, especially if you were a kid. You could hear it coming about 5-6 seconds before it reached it you, even from inside the house, so there was always enough time to run outside and get underneath it to get the full effect (or to toss rocks at it, LOL). Those twin-engine WW2 era propeller planes sounded like thunder when they roared overhead.
 
You know what they say.. "Don't bring snowballs to a gun fight"
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