|10-21-2006, 06:27 PM||#1 (permalink)|
Join Date: Nov 2005
or spud gun, though that sounds really ***.
So, has anyone built one? For those of you that don't know what the hell I'm talking about, it's basically a cannon/gun built out of pvc pipes that shoots potatos, often at speeds of 200 ft/second. There's two kinds, combustion and pneumatic. Combustion involves spraying hair spray or some sort of flammable aerosol into the chamber, and then sparking it with a BBQ igniter or something of that sort. This kind of potato cannon can be held on your shoulder kind of like a bazooka to blow **** up.
The kind I'm making is a pneumatic potato cannon, which uses and air compressor and a valve of some sort to shoot potatos. The compressor I'm using can go up to 130 psi, though we probably won't try to exceed 100. I'm still working on it right now, but it'll probably be done in the next couple days, and like the nerd I am I'll use some physics to try and hit targets and **** like that. And kill small animals. If anyone is interested, I might post some pictures.
Has anyone tried this? Any stories? Sad anecdotes recalling fallen kin who weren't intelligent enough to use pressure-treated PVC?
|10-21-2006, 07:19 PM||#3 (permalink)|
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
we had a combustion cannon in wanaka. good times till it was confiscated by the cops on our buddy's last night. we never really used potatoes though, shot a lot of oranges, but the best was tennis balls wrapped in duct tape to make it a tighter fit. I made a make-shift missile with a red bull can filled with rocks, and more duct tape. good concept but didnt really fly. oh, and methylade spirits works wonders.
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|10-21-2006, 07:54 PM||#4 (permalink)|
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
i made a combustion one, i think , never worked..=( shouldn't have used gas
We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.