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Just another relaxing afternoon on the deck

by on July 13, 2020

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  • nunnya bidnez, jr July 13, 2020, 6:13 PM

    could swear that at 00:14 there’s a giant fish flying out.

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  • Tom Hyland July 13, 2020, 9:00 PM

    Could someone please explain…. WTF?

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  • Anonymous July 13, 2020, 9:08 PM

    Somebody playing with detcord.

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  • Casey Klahn July 13, 2020, 9:19 PM

    Pyrotechnics are your friend.

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  • buddhaha July 13, 2020, 11:32 PM

    Look at all the crap coming up in the water. They’re blowing big snags to ease dredging, probably for flood control. Anon had it correct; detcord to ignite the charges set by divers.

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  • ghostsniper July 14, 2020, 4:26 AM

    det cord burns at 26,000 ft per sec

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  • Fuel Filter July 14, 2020, 6:37 AM

    That’s a damn big beaver dam that got demolished. Too bad the guy who owned the deck wasn’t informed beforehand.

    Or…mebbie it was his doing after all. Looks to me like the deck survived pretty much intact.

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  • Joel July 14, 2020, 7:41 AM

    Wow. And people say 19th century trappers were hard on beavers…

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  • James ONeil July 14, 2020, 9:03 AM

    I kind of miss the days when I could run down town & buy a few sticks of stumping dynamite.

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  • Snakepit Kansas July 14, 2020, 10:16 AM

    That is a good one to binge watch!

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  • ghostsniper July 14, 2020, 12:22 PM

    June Cleaver: “Ward, weren’t you a little hard on the Beaver last night”
    Ward Cleaver: “Now June.”

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  • buddhaha July 14, 2020, 9:47 PM

    I stand corrected. Consulted (I sent the video) with the family demo expert, who said that the ignitior wasn’t detcord (not enough shockwave coming off it), but was “shocktube”, which he described as a flexible plastic tube coated on the inside with an aluminum based flash powder. Comes with a blasting cap in one end. Cut to length, insert cap into boom stuff. Insert the cut end into a device that holds the open end against a shotgun primer, with a sprung loaded striker hitting the primer when squeezed., Much safer than electrical blasting caps, especially near radios or static generated by helicopter blades (guess where he got his experience 🙂 ). He also said that the tube is translucent, so the flash was visible in dim light.

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  • Callmelennie July 15, 2020, 7:33 PM

    I remember that scene, Snipe. I think the whole conversation went like this

    JUNE: Ward, werent you a little hard on the Beaver last night

    WARD: Well June, there are times when the Beaver wants to slack off; then you need to ride the Beaver hard. You got to be firm. Ask Wally, he knows. After all, he sleeps with the Beaver

    JUNE: But if you push too hard, the Beaver tends to clam up; and then its difficult to get the Beaver to open up again. I think you should try a softer approach

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