Oh yeah Frank. Two table legs, drill out the narrow end(and by drill, I mean use our parents’ good steak knife to whittle away at the wood..), and use a screw or nail to hold in the 4″ of dog chain we’d use to make the nunchucks. Bruce Lee heaven, until you missed a spin and hit your chin or elbow. I loved the dirt bomb fight. Clumps of clod that when they hit the ground gave off the perfect “poof” of cloud to simulate a grenade hit.

grew up in jersey city, NJ during the 70’s…..one weapon i learned to use was the “dirt bomb”……balled up a wad of dirt in to a tight ball and throw it….those dirt bomb fights were fun until my friend shelton hit me in the chest one day and yelled out “WIN-CHEST-ER”!!!i was wearing a brown windbreaker as i recall and it stung by boney little chest and i though it’d cave in………………wonder if i can find shelton (back turned, preferably)

We got nasty when we made a slingshot just from a heavy rubber band and cut pieces of wire and bent them into a U shape and shot them at different things. Sometimes they would stick like a staple. I quit this when I hit a kid in the forehead and it stuck. It scared me when I figured out I could have taken his eye out. That wouldn’t even pass by saying kids will be kids…Jim