The thick stuff mate -the other stuff can be a bit volatile.
Did i ever tell you about the time my Dad bought 1200 acres down Trunkey Creek way. Lovely spot, had the copper henna creek running through the property, lots of bunnies and trout in the creek. And very steep hills - these hills were mainly slate and so any tree that grew on the hill usually slid down to the creek edge - Oh, and snakes. Bloody snakes everywhere.
Anyway, we were all out there over the school holidays, and my baby sister walks up to Dad and says 'look at the candle Dad' - he turned a strange colour and told her to put it down - carefully.
After my sister stopped crying, Dad asked her where she got it from, and she told him 'from the little barrel in the mine', which was a basic drive into the hillside, chasing the hardrock bound gold.
Dad, being dad, missed it when he went exploring, but not us kids. We knew there was this hole in the side of the hill, with metal 'spiders' to hold candles, and an old butter barrel with old dynamite sticks in it. we knew it was dangerous so we left it alone. What we didn't know was that the half inch of 'water' in the barrel wasn't water.
Anyway, Dad got the army to come out and fix the problem - which they did.
They sent us all, two ridges over, towards Mr Halls place and set it off - there was an almighty WHUMPPA! felt though our feet as well as heard, and you could hear rocks falling for the next 2 minutes.
Needless to say, we didn't have a problem with snakes or bunnies for the rest of the season, but we did have a big fry-up of beautiful, fresh trout that night.
I wonder now if the Old Folk used to give it to us kids when we were bunged up, knowing the effect that the other glycerine had...We're a weird mob.
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