Just another relaxing afternoon on the deck
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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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