Just another relaxing afternoon on the deck
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I Return to the Place I was Born
From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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could swear that at 00:14 there’s a giant fish flying out.
Could someone please explain…. WTF?
Somebody playing with detcord.
Pyrotechnics are your friend.
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.
det cord burns at 26,000 ft per sec
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.
Wow. And people say 19th century trappers were hard on beavers…
I kind of miss the days when I could run down town & buy a few sticks of stumping dynamite.
That is a good one to binge watch!
June Cleaver: “Ward, weren’t you a little hard on the Beaver last night”
Ward Cleaver: “Now June.”
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.
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