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I've seen two doves killed in midair with one shot...never done it myself, but I've seen it.

Even more impressive to me as a kid was watching my uncle shoot a dove, then reach out and catch the falling bird and put it in his game pocket, still standing in his tracks. "I meant to do that" he said... :eek:

I was impressed.
 
"...killed by an airgun..." Nothing ever has nor ever will be killed by an inanimate object.
Propane doesn't explode if you shoot it with a regular bullet. Needs an incendiary.
 
Sounds like a lot of fun! Never took more than one per bullet, to my own knowledge...though I've taken several consecutive kills because the birds were two stupid to realize they were being shot at until they final noticed their brethren dropping like flies. Or, perhaps, exploding in a cloud of feathers when a .22 magnum hollowpoint took one in the gut.

:)

As for the oil storage facility worries...lead bullets don't spark, so I wouldn't be concerned at all about that. Heck, solid copper bullets don't spark, either. Anybody who has worked around various gas tanks (both liquid and gaseous) knows this is the reason all their wrenches are brass instead of steel.

;)
 
I have to imagine similar things happened in the heady days of the Buffalo. I've read of two wildebeest being killed by a single 50 Alaskan round (piercing the spine of the first one, no less) as through and throughs, so a triple seems quite possible.

But would you really want one? Three dead wildebeest, I mean :D

TCB
 
WW2 Tobruk fuel tanks

In the Tobruk WW2 North Africa movie, the Brits eventually fight their way into the German held harbour. They capture a Panzer tank and lob several rounds into the fuel tanks: The round hits, there's a great gusher of liquid fuel, then the fires of hell.
 
Medalguy says; "What no one has asked is, how thick is the steel plate on those tanks? Not less than 3/8 or 1/2 inch would be my guess. And could a .22 LR penetrate that much steel? I doubt it.


The thickness of the steel used in large petroleum storage tanks depends depends on a bunch of things; one is the capacity of the tank; a small 100,000 gal. tank would not need quite the thickness of steel as a 600,000 gal. tank, as there is far less internal pressure due the far less product being contained. Also, the steel near the bottom is much thicker that it is near the top, for the same reason.

What no one has picked up on here........all but three of the 15 or 16 storage tanks at that old Texaco river terminal were what's called "dome roof" tanks; the tank we were shooting the pigeons on was probably about a 500,000 gal. or a 600,000 gal. tank, (I'm guessing now, but probably about 35 feet high, and maybe 30 tom 40 feet in dia. the dome roof was maybe 8 ft higher at the center than at where it's welded to the side wall of the tank; so from the side of the tank, to the very top was a steady, slight curvature; we were standing maybe 30 or 40 feet from the base of the tank; from that distance and "angle", I'm guessing that a rifle bullet from a .375 H&H magnum, fired at the top of that tank, from where we were standing while Bobby was shooting at those pigeons, would bounce right off that domed roof and land someplace across the Ohio River in northern Kentucky! I'm further guessing that the steel in the domed roof was at least 3/8 in. in thickness, and possibly as much as 1/2 in. in thickness; also, it's not "mild steel", but something much harder and stronger.

BTW; for those who were worried about the whole tank farm "blowing up"......it is indeed a coincidence that you should mention that! Three or 4 years after the "3 for 1" pigeon shoot, the tank farm didn't "blow up", but the antiquated old loading rack DID in fact catch on fire, (with yours truly and a driver named John Vanderpohl standing on top of it! )

I had typed up the story and was in the process of posting it last night, when I apparently did something wrong, and the whole thing "disappeared into cyber space"! I'll retype it, but this time I'll do it on my computer, then I'll copy & paste it onto THR. Incidentally, the big fire had nothing what-so-ever to do with guns or shooting pigeons, but so far, it's still considered to be by far, the biggest petroleum related fire in the whole history of the Cincinnati Fire Department.
 
To update my original post;

The old Texaco bulk terminal on the Ohio River at Cincinnati…………and "The Big Fire"……

The big petroleum storage tanks weren't the problem; the problem was the old antiquated tank truck loading rack;
for those unfamiliar with how gasoline and jet fuel tank trucks are loaded; at either a refinery, a pipe line terminal, or a river "bulk" terminal, tank trucks are pulled under, (or beside of) a big steel structure called a loading rack. A typical loading rack has a bunch of 6 inch pipes connecting it to a group of big storage tanks, (usually called a "tank farm");
After driving a tank truck for Texaco for several years, I transferred into the warehouse and got the job of operating the loading rack on the afternoon shift, Wed, Thur, Fri. and Sat. In those days, all tank trucks were loaded from the top, with a typical tank trailer having from 4 to 6 individual compartments, and each compartment having a "loading hatch" on the top of the tank trailer. Above each of four loading positions on the loading rack are two articulated loading arms, all made out of non-ferrous metal, (such as aluminum or bronze ), to prevent any sparks. Each loading arm had a 5 ft aluminum, 4" dia. "drop tube" that's stuck down into the tank trailer, through a 10 inch loading hatch; (this method was referred to as "open fill". )
On the day of the big fire, driver John Vanderpohl had just returned from delivering his first of two loads of jet fuel to Greater Cincinnati Airport, just across the Ohio River at Erlanger, Ky. John was parked in the front position on the right side of the loading rack; parked just behind John's truck and in both positions on the left side of the loading rack, were three more "driverless" tank trucks that I was loading for the next shift.

I should explain, when petroleum products are being loaded into a tank trailer, they are typically loaded using two drop tubes, with each tube delivering 600 gal per minute; gasoline flowing through a 6 inch pipe from the storage tank, then being "necked down" the last 15 feet through a 4 inch tube, creates a LOT of static electricity; jet fuel creates about three times as much static as gasoline does. For this reason, there is a large braided bronze wire bonding cable with a BIG bronze bonding clamp hanging from above each loading position on ALL loading racks. as long as the bonding clamp is attached to the tank trailer being loaded, all of the static electricity being generated by the flowing product is dissipated to ground.
At least that was "the plan" back in the 60's; the problem being…….drivers quite often forget to unhook bonding clamps, the bonding cable gets broken, and there is no connection to ground. Unbeknown to either John Vanderpohl or myself, the bonding cable in his position had been broken earlier in the day, supposedly "fixed", but apparently NOT fixed properly; at the same time John was loading his truck, I was loading all three of the other trucks, with two drop tubes in each truck, each one delivering 600 gallons per minute. (Each loading riser has a meter; you set the gallons wanted on the meter, pull the lever, it starts the loading, the meter counting down, and when it reaches zero, it shuts off.
When John was maybe half way loaded, he was in the process of sticking a drop tube into the next compartment; by this time, his aluminum trailer already had a BIG static charge……..and as the aluminum drop tube was passing through the 10 inch opening of the next compartment, a big spark "jumped"! Within 10 seconds, John and I found ourselves surrounded by more flames than you have ever seen in any Hollywood movie! In the next second, it became abundantly clear to me that everything about the design of that loading rack was backwards! (The fire-safety door leading from the loading rack into the small office opened TOWARDS the loading platform, NOT away from it, so you could "run through it" in case of a fire! John jumped off of the top of his truck into the parking lot, breaking one leg and the other ankle. I "ran" about 10 ft to get some momentum, jumped clear over the front tank truck on the left side, and landed on black top about 8 feet beyond the truck; oddly enough, I didn't break anything, but by the
next day, I was "dark purple" from my waist to my toes! (That lasted for the next six months.)

Within the next 10 minutes, every fire truck in Cincinnati was coming into our parking lot; an ambulance transported John, and tried to transport me; It occurred to me that being the ONLY Texaco employee in the whole place at that moment, the firemen had no earthly idea how to get all of the product that was STILL flowing into all 4 trucks, "turned off"; so I refused to leave until things were under control. I showed the Fire Chief which storage tanks contained which product, which ones were "open" and needed to be closed. etc etc etc.

The luckiest thing of all for me was; unbeknown to me, OR to the plant superintendent, a "big shot" engineer from Texaco's Corporate Office in NYC had come to Cincinnati that day and was staying in a motel right down River Road from the plant; he actually RAN to the scene when he started seeing all of the fire trucks! By the time the plant super arrived on scene, (about an hour later), he immediately began screaming how "everything was MY FAULT"! At that moment, the engineer from Corporate walks up, introduces himself, then says to the Plant Super, "Mr Smith…….allow me to introduce you to your employee here who just SAVED YOUR WHOLE DAMNED PLANT from burning down!

I actually ended up getting a letter saying "thanks" from the CEO of Texaco, and Smith got fired about 6 months later.

As a direct result of that fire, many things have changed; tank trucks are no longer loaded using "open fill"………and they are no longer loaded from the top; now they are connected by loading hoses beneath the tank; also, (and even more importantly ), nowadays, the electrical circuit that controls the shipping pump is wired into the grounding circuit;' if no ground occurs, the pump doesn't run, and no product goes anyplace.

After reading this, I'm guessing that many people will assume that gasoline tank trucks are "extremely dangerous"; actually, that's anything but true! Overall, petroleum tankers enjoy a safety record that is many time better than that of flat-bed steel trucks, ready-mix concrete trucks, dump trucks, or even ordinary van-type freight trucks.
 
I made a similar shot on 3 ground squirrels with a .204 Ruger a few yrs ago. It was late spring when the young ones are coming out of the dens; I waited for two to line up and made the shot. When we walked down the 130 yds or so there were three dead rats; there was very obvious damage to the first two but could find no injury to the third one. We surmised that it must have been killed by concussion or maybe a tiny piece of shrapnel (or piece from one of the other rats); either way it was neat. Got a photo around somewhere of the scene.
 
I have had one arrow pass through a hog and then kill a piglet.

And then about 2 years ago my father and I each shot into a large flock of dove (we each shot once) and 4 birds fell.
 
A friend of the family dropped three pronghorn with a single shot from a .270. Technically, it was flying rib pieces from the second that killed the third, but that being struck by a .270 after already going through a pronghorn conferred enough force to bone pieces to kill the third is pretty impressive.
 
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Propane doesn't explode if you shoot it with a regular bullet. Needs an incendiary.
I have heard that if you punch a hole in the tank with a regular round before you shoot it with a tracer, you get a little flame followed by an impressive boom.

Not that I have ever been that stupid...
 
I have heard that if you punch a hole in the tank with a regular round before you shoot it with a tracer, you get a little flame followed by an impressive boom.

Not that I have ever been that stupid...

I tried years ago, couldn't get a tank to light with tracers.

Road flares, put out at 5, 10, and 15' sure did the trick though. Propane is heavier than air, so once the tank was hit, the cloud disburses and settles, and when/if it hits the right fuel air mix on one of the flares....

:evil:

Note; doing this might be illegal in your jurisdiction, and it's dumb, so don't.
 
The tracer could have been a lucky (or unlucky?) shot...

However, had I tried and succeeded, I doubt I would try again ;)
 
Oh, one more for the tall tales that actually are true book.

A local father was taking an older son hunting. The boy had never been interested in hunting when he was younger but wanted to do something with his dad so he was finally coming along. A pheasant kicked up right in front of the boy and flew down the line of walkers, of course the boy being surprised couldn't come up fast enough to fire for the 2 or 3 second window when he wouldn't have been close to sweeping the line.

The father however, on the end of the line, managed to some how transition to swing his shotgun like a bat and just smacked the pheasant down. Not shooting, but its a "no shot" kill instead of a one shot kill. :neener:
 
I was shooting dove at a water hole years ago and shot a dove that a hunter sitting across from me caught it for me.

I've had more than one occasion in which I've taken two with a single shot, it's not really all that unusual, and something I've seen happen a few times.

GS
 
My stepdad and I went hunting when I was a wee tyke. I was about 10 I think, and we lived in Land'o'Lakes Florida at the time. It was cold enough that the ground was frozen and we stayed out about four hours, having started hunting at sunrise.

We had been "Hunting".

In my stepfather's book that meant Rabbits, Squirrel, Birds, whatever. He carried a Single Barrel shotgun and I carried a single shot .22 that wasn't loaded. It was "practice" for me. I was to get the feel of hunting and handling my rifle in the woods. I was a great shot at this point, shooting the .22 under close supervision with my stepfather and grandfather.

Not one shot had been fired all morning. Never saw a thing to shoot at.

On the drive home a large quail flushed from the ditchline and flew into the side of the Ford Fairlane my Stepdad was driving and broke it's neck in the door handle. He hopped out the car amazed, stuck the bird in his shooting vest game pocket and took it home for my mother to clean. He had quail and rice for dinner. :neener:
 
When a kid, hawks were just chicken hawks and were to be killed on sight. We were rabbit hunting with .22rf rifles one day when two hawks were sighted flying a couple 100 yards away. One of the guys just swung up and snapped shot at them. We were amazed to see both hawks come down in a death spiral, one was shot in the head and the other in the breast.
 
I got all ready for some big conspiracy explosion that was covered up for all these years, and all I got were these 3 pigeons.
 
+1 on the tank needed to explode story ending

I guess I am lazy. I skipped to the end.
 
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