[BeerSwillr]

A long time ago, back in Killeen, TX, my friends and I played a painful game. No matter what you were doing, when ever you got the urge, you would call out "dirt clod fight." At that signal everyone scattered and grabbed as much of whatever they could off the ground and started throwing it at whomever was closest.

I don't remember those friend's names or faces, but I remember the sting of rock hard Texas dirt that hadn't seen rain for months.

It's amazing how long forgotten memories bubble up into your consciousness.

[joesnuffy]

Loved those dirt clod fights....lol...them clods hurt to...especially in the middle of the back or in the head...
They sure powdered nice though...and you knew when you got a good hit....

Bwahahahaha

What fun....

Taking our 22s to school storing them with a box of cartridges in our lockers...riding the bus with them out to a friends farm with a nice wood lot to hunt squirrels....

Roasting squirrels over an open fire......

Spending the night...and riding to school on the bus with our 22s stored in our lockers...until after school when we would just walk home with them...the old man making us clean them and puttin them back in our bedroom closet...

Not one school shooting or even think about threatening anyone...fist fights....sure....gun or knife fights....never...ever crossed anyone's mind....and most all the kids I knew had at least 22s quite a few their own deer rifles...(30-30 lever actions mostly...)

Never ever even heard of a school shooting in our parts ....and every one was armed...
at least the WW2 and Korea Vets were...and that was almost all the men...(except for the 4Fs)

[MontanaBeth]

"dirt clod fight."

Oh my gosh! We use to have dirt clod fights too. They were absolutely great fun. Thanks for reminding me.

[itsahoot]

you would call out "dirt clod fight.

Usually when crossing a fresh plowed field <(•¿•)>