Originally Posted by
veganbikes
Back in my day the only flying discs we had to play with was old saw blades from the mill. Cut your hands up fierce if you didn't catch it right but by-cracky we liked it.
Reminds me of my younger brother and I having “dirt clod” wars or pinecone fights as kids. One of us would usually end up hurt. I remember I shot my unsuspecting brother in the ass with one of those compact dry mud hunks using a newly purchased sling shot from the ice cream man. Needless to say I got an ass whoopin from dad and never saw that sling shot again 😂
to this day im surprised we still have our eyes, fingers, and toes