The Battle of Kipapa Gulch

[Herd1970]

Your story brought back such great memories of homemade bow and arrow fight we'd use trash can lids stolen from around the neighborhood. Then we graduated to BB guns and as much as we shot each other no one ever lost an eye. But some days you'd get a few good welts. I think the worst injury was when one of the kids got an arrow stuck about an inch into his arm. Thanks for stirring a wonderful old memory!

[T10]

We used to make slingshots and shoot each other with chinaberries,which are common in the Panhandle of Fla. Those damn things did hurt.

[Gorilla24D]

I never watched Southpark, so I don't know if that is a compliment or not!

It's not fatass. Good story Sky..

[Gorilla24D]

Great story, Kim! We used to have "skirmshes" with BB guns, and aimed to hit. I was sniper because I had a Daisy Pump which was more accurate and had a greater range. I only got hit once, in the thigh at close range, but that was the Red Ryder model that I got shot with, so after I yelled, I rubbed off the pain and went back to war!

Yep ....Still have a bb stuck under the skin of my right shin to this day....Nother dude who also eventually joined ....had one stuck in his left earlobe from the same day....

[Wannabeairborne]

Those were the days...a ten year old with a machete and a bayonet!

Today they would be calling out the SWAT team!

Great story, and yes...in my personal experience that's exactly what happens....when I was 17 my friends and I were running around the woods/parking lot of my apartment complex with airsoft BB guns (the clear plastic kind with bright orange tip) shooting eachother...til the cops showed up with their super realistic weapons and wanted to play too...they were a little rough though...I believe the term is "felony style arrest"....come to find out some one had called 911 and said there were kids shooting at eachother, which in this neighborhood would typically mean gang violence, so the Sheriffs showed up in force.

[Mortarman11c]

Great story.....our AO was in a dead zone of construction at the confluence of a few storm drains that made a creek. Dirt clods would fly and become grenades. Many a hot summer day was spent playing war down there. Brings back a few great memories.