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Originally Posted by raytri
When I was growing up, we owned 80 acres of wood and prairie about an hour out of town. We'd go there for the day -- hunting in the morning, then over to the sand pit for target practice. Mostly cans and paper targets (or clay pigeons for the shotguns), but we'd sometimes bring other stuff from home.
Most memorable time was the day we brought my collection of plastic Army men, complete with vehicles -- tanks, motorcycles, trucks, halftracks. We lined them up, convoy fashion, left to right in the sand. Then backed off and started plinking with .22s. When we'd hit a figure, it would go flying high.
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heh you army to the core.
When I was like 7 or 8 years old I declared war on a giant colony of red ants in my gramp's property. After much trial and error with various flammable substances, I was eventually victorious and destroyed the ant hill after a couple of weeks of intensive napalm bombing.
Gramps was not amused.
edit oh and then there was the time I had the red ant colony and black ant colony go to war against each other. That was fun to watch. Except all the blacks ants got destroyed after awhile, so no more fun.... which come to think of it was why I then declared war on the red ants and nuked their colony.