Spud Guns for Dummies
Guess I'm gonna be the old grump in the group on this one. Had the wrong end of a spud gun adventure last year. New neiighbors from some odd place (Wisconsin? Minnesota? one of those) have two teenage thuggies who have been a terror since day one, typical Gen-x twerps with the attitude......"My Dad has tons of money, so I can do anything I want, being better than all you people." Typical parental treatment of the thugs; the older one, "Thug1", crashed his Firebird driving drunk a while ago, so poppa and momma went out and bought a faster, newer Camaro for him because losing the Firebird had "made him depressed"
Long story short, the cops have been called roughly once a week since the "Haves" moved in, over stuff like shooting at cats and dogs with pellet guns, having bonfire parties at 2 AM on weekends, suspected drug trafficking at preppie parties, etc. etc.
Getting to the Spud Gun Adventure, picture an otherwise ordinary weekend afternoon, yours truly out back working on repairing a wood chipper. (Head and shoulders inside, clearing a chunk wedged in the chopper housing)
Meanwhile, 50 feet away, blocked from view by my yard shed, Thugs 1 and 2 have quietly set up a 12 foot long 6" diameter propane powered spudgun that daddy bought for them to play with.
In their typical thoughtful approach to life, without any warnig, and likely figuring it would be fun to see me jump, the thugs detonate this thing behind me, producing about the same level of report you would expect from a 20mm cannon, and no doubt shortening my life by a week or two.
Once I climbed out of the chipper, checked myself for shrapnel wounds, etc. and discovered the source of the gunfire, a spirited discussion ensued between me and the thugs, centered around the possible use of that spud gun as a suppository for one or both of them.
Where it gets interesting, this being one of my first encounters with this kind of kid, was not that they were stupid enough to fire one of these within 50 feet of my house, but that their side of the dicussion was not in the least concerned about having an angry adult yelling at them. The argument continued awhile, their view being "we're on our property, it's our gun, and none of your f.......ing business, etc. etc."
Left me wondering who raised these creeps, until poppa came out from his hide behind his garage to get in the discussion, basically agreeing with the kids. Now I'm dealing with two teenaged thugs with a cannon, and their poppa, a mid-thrties yuppie siding with them.
Happily, none of them had a response to my comment that, first we do not live in Beirut, so weapons that size are not acceptable. Second if they insisted on using it, the cannon was not going to be used around me without my responding forcefully. I remember saying that people from my generation, when fired upon, WILL FIRE BACK.
The absolute final solution came when thug 1 actually threatened to kick my ass for me if I kept on bothering them. Good suburban citizen that I am, I pulled the ultimate weapon, a cell phone, and hit the 911 speed dial, to get a second opinion, fast. Our local PD, having already worn a trail in the route to the thugs' house over the past year, had an officer arrive within 2 minutes, while the chat was still in progress.
Bottom line on propane spud guns in our County is that the local authorities, citing a report of a death caused by one of them, (some genius having fired one that was improperly braced, causing it to fall on ignition and the projectile, a full soup can, hitting and killing a bystander), have classified the fuel powered guns as illegal fireworks, and/or destructive devices, which are banned.
All of which is to say, these toys are probably OK and good fun when used by sensible people in a location away from homes, but like anything else in our considerable range of choices, something like this in the hands of an unthinking moron, progeny of a previous generation of similarly oriented unthinking morons, can be a major hazard to the rest of us.
Also makes it hard to suppress the fears of anti-gun folks all around me when the cops have to come out and 'splain to these people that cannons are not supposed to be part of the suburban experience. (We're talking $500,00.00 plus homes, most on 1/2 to 1 1/2 acre lots, so houses can be as close as 50-75 feet apart. Not ideal firing range territory.)
By the way, the spud gun in question was confiscated as an on the spot settlement that once again kept these creeps from being arrested and fined, so the local PD are likely now using it to fire Krispy Kremes across their parking lot, and the charmers next door are of course still plotting their vengeance on me for being an unreasonable SOB.
I'm on the lookout for the probable meteor shower of flaming tennis balls that is in my future, unless the thugs next door find another target, or perhaps others of their ilk will decide to chuck them in a chipper someplace else in the neighborhood. (Obviously I'm rooting for them to step up their activities, hoping they find some unstable dynamite to play with in the basement soon........)