Thursday, September 5, 2013

The Time I Was On Fire

Once upon a time, I went with my family to my dad's, friend's (Lincoln) big ranch... like... thing. And I was extremely bored, because it was a three day weekend made of nothing but camping, and boredom, so I was looking for anything to do. So of course, I jumped at the opportunity to watch my dad's friend Lincoln use some of the weapons provided by his friend, the federally licensed arms dealer (who sells weapons to law enforcement, and the military) provided. So, I went to a little mini-ravine that he he had on his property.
This is where things started to go bad. Lincoln fired a high-caliber rifle, at a tea kettle filled with military grade explosives, that was duct taped to the top of a propane tank. As one could probably imagine, they did not foresee the likelihood of starting a pretty major fire; well, they had foreseen it, and that was why they had brought three fire extinguishers, but they did not foresee just how large it would be.
So, after almost the entire ravine was a number of pockets of fire. The entirety of the ravine was not on fire, simply a very large number of small fires, I would estimate several hundred small fires. Most of the people there, myself included, decided to assist with putting out the fires. And those who had the fire extinguishers would simply hold back, until someone needed a fire extinguisher for something larger than they could handle themselves; this happened surprisingly often.
Eventually, I tried to stamp out a small fire myself, and I was caught on fire. That's right, on fire. So, I yelled out that I needed a fire extinguisher, and Topher, one of the people using a fire extinguisher (and also the supplier of the explosives, and the rifle) yelled out "Be there in a sec!"
I of course was panicked, and yelled out to him in reply "Dude! MY LEG IS ON FIRE!" After hearing that I was in fact on fire, all three people wielding the fire extinguishers, Lincoln, Topher, and my older brother, Holton, all came sprinting towards me to put out my leg. The fire made it up to my knee, and I lost my favorite pair of pants that day.

2 comments:

  1. That might have been the most masculine thing I have ever read. RIP pair of pants.

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  2. I'm sorry about the pants!! haha That definitely sounds like an interesting day.

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