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|See? Happy children. All that matters, right?|
Bows are good, though. Mom bought some training bows at a garage sale several years ago and every now and then we take them out to the backyard and shoot arrows into straw bales. That lasts until we start losing arrows, and then that game gets shut down for a while. Sometimes we use more interesting targets than straw bales. One year our zucchini plants were totally out of control, and we had more huge zucchini than we could eat. Those made very good targets.
We've experimented with different projectiles to shoot out of the cannons, since there are all sorts of interesting ways to carve up a potato. Ordinary potato projectiles definitely fly the farthest, but it's pretty cool to shoot other stuff out of the cannon just to see what it does. Smashed up raw potato wasn't too exciting, but cubed potato looks like birdshot and probably feels like it until it goes 25 yards or so, and then it looses its momentum. My favorite was the halves of a potato tied on opposite ends of a string, with a toothpick tied below them to keep them from sliding together. They spun end over end, and also flew pretty far, which is an added bonus. We've also loaded the cannons with water and fired that, which is pretty impressive. They would make unbeatable squirt-guns, except I don't think Mom would let us shoot high-pressure water at each other. Not even for fun.
Because shooting stuff at each other is what we do for fun, right?
This is the last post I've planned for the Implements of Destruction. I should point out, I changed the name of the series of posts from 'Instruments' to 'Implements' because Dad told me I'd gotten the lyrics from this song wrong. It comes at about 2:04.
Anyway, that's us. Shovels. Rakes. Implements of Destruction. All the way.