My first wife's father operated a marble quarry a few miles east of Tucson. He
blasted all of the time. Once he asked me to pick up a case of dynamite for him
from Apache Powder Company near Benson, AZ. To show how times have changed, I
drove down in my new 1969 Plymouth Roadrunner and they loaded me up and slapped
a big sign on the trunk shouting "Explosives Class A". I drove back to Tucson
down I-10 with everyone giving me a wide berth.
Even earlier in my youth a friend of my dad was one of the two well drillers in
S. Arizona. He always had some dynamite around. He had homesteaded a ranch in
Sonoita, AZ and in those days there was no electricity; just an outhouse, a
propane refrigerator and wood cook stove. I spent a lot of weekends and some
summers down there working cattle, helping drill wells, climbing windmill towers
and cutting wood. A couple of his sons and I would be tasked with this and to
"speed up" the process, it wasn't unheard of to take a 1/4 stick of dynamite to
a scrub Oak tree and reduce it to manageable pieces.
Wes N7WS
On 4/10/2019 4:35 PM, jimlux wrote:
People get all freaked out by the fact that it's an explosive, and yet,
they'll explode gallons of gasoline, a little bit at a time, in a trailer
mounted compressor to run the pneumatic hammers.
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