Y'all reminded me of an epic event a long time ago.
Picture this in your noggins if you will.
It's July 4th, 1976, in the evening. The Bicentennial. (back then I didn't get out much and I thought it was a celebration for sexually confused patriots, but I digress)
Pressing forward, we had a crew of around fifty peeps, around 20 knotheads, 30 to 35 babes out at Taylors ferry, Ft. Gibson lake.
We had it going on with several tents, 3 ski boats, an ignorant amount of booze and various other sundries.
About sunset, we staged an epic shore to boats bottle rocket fight. The three boats anchored out about 50 yards from shore. We had over 3000 bottle rockets.
I was in the shore detail, and as it went on we started to 'mortar' them into the boat people.
That's right, shoot them up and let them arc over into the enemy.
Pure fun...and no permanent casualties.