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Years ago, me and a buddy of mine would hook that thing up to the back of his dad's truck. Conveniently, he lived in an apple orchard in Sonoma County, and we'd launch the apples hundreds of feet into the air over these walls of pine trees. Well, we'd hear the apples come crashing through the trees on the other side, and eventually wack the roof tops.
It was interesting hearing the voices saying "what the fuck?" as apples came raining down on them. Then we'd hear glass break.
Ahhh, the good ol' days.
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