Admit it, you want to try this yourself.
Pumpkin cannon could be ultimate big-boy toy
Farmer, buddy must be out of their gourds
HURLEY — John Gill tucks a gray pumpkin under his arm and climbs to the top of a rusty ladder. He opens a hatch on the side of a steel pipe, drops the pumpkin inside and sprays it with magenta paint.
"So we can find it later," he says.
The hum of an air compressor stops and, for a moment, the Ulster County hillside is silent.
"You guys ready?"
Gill pulls on a pair of yellow leather gloves, grabs a lever above his head and yanks it.
VAZEWWWWWW!
The pumpkin zips out of the pipe. It's a poppy seed in the sky before a second passes. Then it's gone.
"Ha-ha!" Gill is chuckling. "Isn't that awesome? That's why we built it!"
Forget your souped-up motorcycle. Never mind your heavy-construction equipment. Leave your muscle car at home.
This is a real big-boy toy: a pumpkin cannon with a 97-foot-long barrel that shoots gourds roughly 4,000 feet, at a speed of 600 miles per hour.
Read all of Adam Bosch’s story in the Times Herald-Record and view the photo gallery by Steve Borland. This video’s by John Pertel.
Boys.
Posted by: merciless | Thursday, October 08, 2009 at 09:49 AM
The trebuchet method is far cooler.
Posted by: actor212 | Thursday, October 08, 2009 at 10:15 AM
I wonder where the pumpkins land?
Posted by: Rana | Thursday, October 08, 2009 at 01:43 PM
I'm amused that the one guy is described as "Canon Engineer".
I'm now envisioning a body of work researching the aerodynamics of squash-shaped projectiles.
Posted by: Rana | Thursday, October 08, 2009 at 01:47 PM
Rana,
If he's aiming east, he might hit Kingston (kidding, sort of). My guess is he's aiming west, which is into Catskill Park.
Actually, looking at Google Maps, it looks like he can hit the back end of Gill's Farm, it's that big.
Posted by: actor212 | Thursday, October 08, 2009 at 02:19 PM
Four Words:
World
Championship
Punkin
Chunkin
Live them, love them :D
Nov 6th, 7th and 8th, 2009.. Nassau Delaware.. the countdown continues!
Posted by: Zach | Thursday, October 08, 2009 at 06:06 PM
For years, we have heard stories about our friend's canon - a pirate canon - he used to shoot oranges and apples from the back of his car as a teen. Apparently, there were a bunch of guys driving around town with these things - sending showers of lemons and such onto beaches and into picnic areas. This same friend called my husband just yesterday to say, "I have some wire chairs I want to flatten. Got any ideas?" - The immediate plan was to use my husband's sculpture studio and with the help of forklift and pulleys drop a huge iron table from the 25' ceiling onto the chairs. (Here, only the wife seems to be thinking of all the ways this gambit could go catastrophically wrong. They are gleeful and excited. I'm telling you, it's a real chi raiser.) But later in the day my husband spies a stranger on a steamroller, and now that guy is giddy, too.
Definitely a boy thing.
Posted by: Victoria | Thursday, October 08, 2009 at 10:24 PM