Summer of 69 I turned 17, got a job with a guy that ditched with a crane and dug septic tanks on Saturday. I mostly cut small trees with an ax or dug holes with a shovel, moved 125lb skid boards to load the crane, etc...
We often blasted stumps in our path. We drilled One stump and put the usual 4 sticks in the holes, connected the wires and went to cover and blew it. When the dust cleared it wasn’t even cracked! It was Friday afternoon and we were not messing around. We drilled more and put 6 sticks in and wired them to the detonator (6v dry cell). Started back to cover and I got my foot tangled in the wire and tripped knocking down Earl and pulling the battery off the stump where we left it. As luck would have it wire number two made contact. The stump blew and covered us in debris and near deafening us. When we jumped up und looked the stump was headed for low earth orbit! Didn’t quite make it, instead reached terminal velocity about 80 yds down range and crashed through an outdoor toilet in a small black community nearby, totally destroyed the outhouse! When we got our wits we ran over there to find about 10-12 elderly black people standing around staring. Thank God the Johnny was empty upon vehicle re-entry.
I’ll never forget the sight of that 5 ft chunk of cedar arching through air that far from the launch point. And the horror I felt when I realized it was headed for the relief station! We spent Sunday and Monday building a toilet!