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I've done that.....lol

Pull cars over on Sunday morning by making siren noises using the CB and PA speaker, Then speed off, pursing , pigeons in mailboxes, bush-league stuff.

My brother pooped in grandpa;s shoe ,hard to beat that .

One of the more innocent things we did. When we were seniors in high school our English teacher commented that she would like a Christmas tree in her room. so a few of us set out to get her one. the next day we delivered one that was already decorated with lights on it. It took about two days until we were invited to the principal;s office to explain where it came from. We lucked out because another group had done the same thing but they got theirs out of the yard from a house in town (we went a few towns away) .

I was 4 years old first time I rode in a cop car. Me and my friend skipped out of town and went and played in the alfalfa fields. Put coins on the tracks and a few turned out real nice. About 300' before the train ran them over I had the sense to seek cover. After we had our coins we were ready to call it a day, so took the short way back,shimmied over a couple tarp dams and soon as we hit the pavement we got cuffed and stuffed. That's the same kid that waited for his mom to be carrying a full load of laundry down the hall, while lying in wait with a fishing line trip string. Had a disagreement with the neighbor kid, I may have hit him? He ran home. I saw him in his room through his window, so I grabbed a big rock and tried to hit him with it. I was a terror before I hit kindergarten. Glad I grew out of it

Back in the late 60s my grandmother took to her hair dresser . There was a toy store up the street so I bought a cap gun and I put a bandanna around my mouth like on TV I went inside the hair dresser and said it a hold up! And 1 woman fainted. I was 8, or 7 years old

Shot a coyote in January. It sat in the back of my truck for a couple days until it had completely frozen. Couldn't figure out what to do with it so me and a buddy tied it to the bumper of our boss's truck with 20 feet of rope and buried it in a snow. We watched him pull out of the parking lot with the coyote following behind. He drove all the way down main street Logan and couldn't figure out why people were honking. He was half way to Smithfield when a guy honking his horn pulled up along side wildly pointing behind him. Boss opened his window, the fellow says YOUR DRAGGIN' YOUR DOG!!! Boss says I DON"T HAVE A DOG. Guy says, WELL YOUR DRAGGIN' SOMEBODY'S Dog. Boss was not happy but we stayed employed.

Threw a dummy of an overpass in front of a moving car as a Halloween prank. Sure glad that guy never caught us. Funny at the time, Dumb as (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) now. Should of had my you know what kicked.

Due to the surveillance state we live in, you couldn't get away with half of this stuff today. Kinda sad.

My grandmother was always deathly afraid of guns in the house. It stemmed from one of her brothers accidentally discharging his shotgun in the house right beside her when she was a kid. I was about 8 years old and had had a BB gun for a number of years. Old Crossman pump. I was cutting through the kitchen with the gun, which I thought was unloaded. Grandmother started fussing at me about having a gun in the house. Being the brat I was, I said "Oh come on Grandma, it's not even loaded" and pulled the trigger to demonstrate that fact. The glass door of the oven shattered. To make matters even worse, that oven was a strange double oven mounted into the wall, and they never could find the glass needed to repair it. It was a long time before I got my BB gun back.

Childhood was fun. I was actually the good son, because I watched my older brothers get into trouble a lot.

We neighborhood kids would ding and dash - ring the doorbell and run. Usually be hiding in the bushes by the time the lights came on. We always did it after dark of course.

I shot a few street lights with bb gun or slingshot, one was right at the corner of our driveway.

My sister is about 18 months older than me and she would have her girlfriends for sleepovers. There was a big tree with a low branch in our backyard that would allow me to climb 30 feet up. I would climb the tree in the dark and look directly into our upstairs bathroom for a nudie show when the friends were showering. I was like 14, it was a big deal, lol.

I liked playing with matches as a kid. I, and a couple friends, one hot dry summer day, were lighting tufts of grass, then stomping them out. One got away from us with the breeze and one of us yelled "RUN". We were about half way home through the woods when the sirens went off. Not to long later we learned that we had burned around three acres. I think I was 12.

Skipped school to hunt,trap,and fish

I am told my cousin and I were in the school principals office for breaking a window at the ripe old ages of 18 and 24 months. At age 4 I locked my grandmother in the outhouse. It was an hour before somebody heard her yelling. At age 10 I decided to build a rocket and fuel it with Potassium Nitrate and sugar. I decided to melt the fuel in a tuna can using a candle. The 8 foot fountain of flame was impressive. I realized I didn't have good enough temperature control with a candle so the next attempt was on the kitchen stove. My mom noticed the scorch marks on the kitchen ceiling and that was the end of the great rocket experiment. Probably a good thing. Looking back it would have been less like a rocket and more like a pipe bomb.

I live on a river that gets a lot of summer float traffic. Over night float campers too. Use to record sasquatch screaming noises on my FoxPro coyote caller and keep it in the boat with me.
Down on the river between the cliffs, on a clear evening or night, you can hear sasquatch a LONG way off sometimes. Gets people excited and moving around.
FoxPro......A good, dual purpose caller.......

Me and two friends stole a 1950 chevy pickup from the local beer joint. Went off the road and rolled it 3 times. We got out of it with minor bumps and bruises. lucky to be alive. I was 15.

Learned to drive a 1970 Chevrolet pickup truck when I was 13. The ole man needed to teach me how to drive early and fast. I didn't understand why he kept telling me to drive faster.
I found out when we were heading over to his girlfriends house that night to do a drive-by shooting of an alleged window peeper. The peeper didn't show up. Oh those were the good old days...
I do not miss any of those days. I still look down to where the ole man must be now, and ponder whether is as endlessly hot and fiery as they say.

No, but I left some “upper deckers” in a few restaurants & hotels. Actually that was only 15 years ago.

This is prob small scale compared to you boys but I wanted a Grumpy Bear Care Bear in the worst way. Toys were not cheap, in fact by standards they were more than they are today. Anyways when I finally got it I promptly cut the tail off. My mother was aghast. To me, as a four year old, it didn’t seem logical for a bear to have a tail no matter how short.
How I had access to scissors is beyond me

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