When we were 12 or 13, Jerry and I would ride the Grayhound bus to Perry, Ga to go squirrel hunting and ride horses on my uncle's farm. One Christmas, Jerry got a brand new hunting coat with a game pouch. We decided it would be really COOL to put the world's most powerful firecracker, an M80 in a tin can and throw it into my uncle's fishing pond. Because it was windy, Jerry or I, one decided to hold the can inside his open coat so we could light the fuse. When the fuse was lit Jerry jiggled the world's most powerful firecracker to get it inside the tin can. But, instead of falling in the can, it rolled off the top and fell right into his game pouch. Jerry got to spinning round and round like a top trying to get his hunting coat off when....KABLAMMMM!, that M80, the world's most powerful firecarcker exploded and blew the ENTIRE CORNER of Jerry's coat slap out into the lake. Jerry got to hollering something about how his mama was going to KILL him for ruining his new hunting coat. But, my aunt said she thought she could get it FIXED. Actually, she went into town and bought Jerry a new hunting coat. I do not know if his mama ever found out about us blowing up his coat. All I know is I shall cherish this and many other adventures Jerry and I had as children and I shall miss my old childhood friend.
