Don't remember who's idea it was but me,my brother and sister put gravel in my grandpa's gas tank in his truck back in the 60's.we had some burn marks where the sun doesn't shine.

I 100% hope God will punished me in the end. Deserve it SO MUCH!.


I grew up near a railroad track. Transient ( drunk bums) we called them back then, would ride the trains.
They would jump off at several grain elevators nearby to get drunk/ seek shade in the summer.
I spent MANY days hunting pigeons with my wrist rocket. Was dang good to.!!!

I've (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) on passed out bums,I've shot them with crabapples,I even draped a dead/ rotten pigeon full of maggots over a passed out fellas face.

I have these thought quit often and ask God's forgiveness but I truly hope he punishes me some day!
I'm guessing I was 12/14 years old.

I'd (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) pound kids for no reason. Was a horrible bully.

Back then, once us kids were out of the house, our parents seldom knew what we were doing.

There are very few yard in the town I grew up in ( 20,000) people) that I hadn't been in hunting/ shooting birds/ rabbits/ squirrels with my wrist rocket.
Every year of so, I drive through the old part of town,take my time and reminse.
Some great memories, some not so much.

When I was 16 my dad bought a brand new jeep wagoneer. V8 3 on the tree. I had made about a gallon of wine from left over cherry juice after mom and gramma got done canning. Already had plenty of sugar. I just added bread yeast. Didnt taste real good but I wasnt real picky.

Talked my dad into letting me and my buddy Curt take our girlfriends to the drive in. Double date double feature. We got the wine drank, movies ended, and decided that jeep needed to be tested out on the local motocross track.

It was pretty dirty next morning. Inside smelled like nasty wine and high school girls. He was not happy. I never got to drive it again.

Heck, sounds like a GREAT time!

I could ask Biden but you seem more approachable. What do "High School Girls" smell like? A "Rated G" response is appreciated.

cheap drug store perfume

I'm just really glad there were no cell phones and social media around in those days. I sure ain't gonna tell on myself now lol

My roommate in college pulled a prank on me. Can't recall what.
Anywho, I don't know why but we had a small cactus as a plant. I knew he was out drinking and would home drunk.

I put the cactus in his bed.
I can still hear the screams 40 years later.

Had a buddy whose neighbor had goats. Buddy had gotten a blowgun for Christmas, so we camo’d up and put on a perfect 200 yd stealth sneak on the herd which in hindsight we could have walked right up to. My buddy shot first… swing and a miss. My shot was true and I 10X a goat in the anus. It went to bawling and running around and we made the mad dash back to his place. Neighbor was at the door in under 10 min.

Thats going on 37 years ago and I swear my right leg still goes numb from the whopping my mom gave me every time I see a goat.

Still right proud of the shot though.

I did a lot of rotten things I won’t talk about but 2 I will. We lived 2 years in a suburb of Sacramento California and at age 14 or 15 I took my dads 12 gauge out at night a walked down the street shooting out street lights. How I never got caught I’ll never know. Thank goodness we moved out of that insane place or I’m sure I’d be in prison. The other at 18 in northern Minnesota after trapping had taken me over was to leave home for the summer after leaving jars of carp making oil on my dads flat porch. Well my dad smelled something horrible and finally found the blown up jars on the flat roof balcony. Since I was gone he had to clean it up. I did hear about it when I returned.

We would catch one of the neighborhood tomcats, stuff it in a suitcase and leave it along side a back gavel road. Then we would find a hiding spot with a good view and wait. It usually didn't take long until a car would come along, see the abandoned suitcase. Someone would get out, look around then grab the cas and speed off. They usually only made it a block or so before locking up the brakes and bailing out of the car followed by one upset tomcat. Later we upped the anti by using a skunk.

Town near us had a movie theater. On Saturday nights they'd do horror flicks.

Across the river from this town was a little "village". It was all black folks.

There was and old tram line that went across the river. That was how the black folks would get across the river to go shopping, bowling the movies etc.

Well they wouldn't go to the movies with the white folks. They'd go at midnight for the showing. Not sure if that was by design on their part, or if it was still part of some of the segregation that was going on in the late 70's early 80's.

One of the black kids in school told us how scared black folks got at horror movies.

We hatched a plan to scare them as they come out of the movies.

We rigged up a rope that came right down to the entrance of the theater, As they started piling out we had wrapped a lit lantern in a bed sheet and and a pulley. and let it fly down to the entrance. Those folks thought it was an honest to goodness ghost coming for them. They all scattered and ran for the tram. When they got about halfway across the river we let another one go the came right down the basket.

All you heard was screaming and then the splashing started as they abandoned ship.

We all got questioned, with our parents in tow, by the police about it. We feigned innocence.

We found out a couple days later that one of the older gents had broke his arm when he hit the water.

A couple of us told our dads and how bad we felt. They got together and paid for his medical bills.

My dad made me pay his share back by going down buying his family groceries and cutting his grass all summer.

I wasn't allowed to tell him why I was doing it.

When the summer came to a close the old man sat me down on his porch and told me he knew why I was doing that for them.

He then said that it was the best prank that he had ever had pulled on him even if he got hurt. I apologized and told him there was no racial motivation behind it. Just that we were told by one of our black friends at school about how scared "colored" folks got at horror flicks.

He then said you want to really freak them out learn magic tricks. So I learned a few magic tricks and went down to visit him and showed the tricks to him. He then called his one friend over and told me to do a specific trick. Well that fella ran down to road yelling about how Carl had the white devil in his house.

If not for old Carl talking those people down I probably wouldn't be alive to tell the story. He died when I was 30 and I went to his funeral. His son said it was one of his favorite stories to tell. He then said he knew how his friend would react, but didn't think he would rally the town into such a frenzy.

We collected dog crap and put It In the putting holes on the golf course.

Now that’s a good one would of loved to had a camera in that car

I murdered a chipmunk.

I shot a man in Reno,
just to watch him die....

I pushed a bully off the back of 8' high bleachers and you'd have thought I was the Son of Sam. I didn't get bullied again for 3 years until a 14 year old bullied 10 year old me and I bloodied his nose on the bus in front of all his friends. That was the last time I got bullied.

Fence hopped to fish all the time . Nothing like wearing full camo ( BDU Bottoms cheap camo top and hat along with a mini Alice pack) and crouching in some tall weeds sight fishing bass and bream in a pond no one really knew about . There was a bit of whatever to it tho. Rules where to only go to the more secluded gown up places, never leave ANY TRASH, never cut fences , if you do mange to pop a wire you went back and fixed it, close every gate and leave everything exactly how you found it. Actually had a few of the guys I did this on tell me later in life they knew about us but didn't really mind because it was like we where never there and we had more respect then a lot of the people who had permission.


The property lines around here can be so skewed and crazy it's gotten to where a lot of folks really don't care as long as your out of sight out of mind and not being a complete (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) just trashing a pond with all your buddies

Unfortunately im afraid my book is nt finished yet... I pray still to mature.

Whipped a mean billy goat with a piece of romex to the point he couldnt walk for a few days.

Pretty sure he never butted me or my brother again but I went a little overboard with the whipping

I was probably 12-14, didn't confess to my dad until a few years ago