A guy I used to work with grew up in Bozo, West Virginia back in the 50's. One day we were talking about fishing and he told me this story. When he was 13 years old, after hearing stories of "blast" fishing, he and his buddies decided to try their hand at fishing with dynamite in one of the small local streams. One of the boys got a stick from a supply his dad kept in a shed. What they didn't know was that only an 1/8 to a 1/4 stick is what was commonly used. They put some rocks in the bottom of a gallon jug, inserted the dynamite, lit the fuse, quickly screwed on the lid, tossed it in deep hole in the creek and ran like hell. The blast blew all the water out of the hole, fish were stuck on limbs high up in the trees, and a shack owned by the local coal company came off its foundation and slid down the hill into the creek. A sheriff's deputy happened to be cruising one of the back roads and heard the blast. All the boys involved ended up in jail and had to have their parents come get them after the sheriff figured they had been scared enough. Tom said he got one of the "wurst whoopins" his dad ever laid on him. 
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