Exploding Cans

When I was a kid I remember going out to what we called "the swamp" which was hunting property my grandpa used to own south of Wannaska. I always looked forward to it. It was an adventure full of stuff you'd never get away with in town. I learned to shoot guns out there as a kid which was every boy's dream, at least back then. We also did something that was better than the 4th of July and you could do it any time of the year. My grandpa had a 50 gallon metal drum that he started a fire in out there. Then the best fireworks ever. He'd save all the paint cans from his workshop and we'd toss them...