I love home made weapons -- they are crude enough not to pose any real danger unless the user is insane or a monster.
In high school I made a few slings (the David versus Goliath type) that would hurl an unripe avocado over 200 yards (I think the world record, but with something denser than avocados, is 400 meters). Never could aim them well, though. (Our three acres included several avocado trees that bore abundantly of fruit that sat on the ground and rotted.)
A bit younger, at 12 or 13, I made effective blowguns out of 1/2" pipe, 3 feet long. Darts were made by placing a needle at the far end of a toothpick and diligently winding thread around the junction until it met the pipes interior diameter; nail polish kept it all nice. These were good for 30 yards or more -- but the only thing I hit was a holy cow (they ran loose in New Delhi) and that purely by luck. I was as surprised as the cow, which did a jump and ambled off.
Also in HS I made firecracker matchlocks (my father told me about using plumbing pipe and cherry bombs to fire golf balls; this would have been in the 1930s). I made my own bullets out of solder melted over a fire and poured into a home-carved mold. Loading involved carefully installing the cracker, little finger-sized for the arquebus, at the bottom of the sealed tube so that the fuse stuck out of the hold cut near the breach; then wrapping the ball in a small piece of greased cloth and ramming it down. A smoldering cord clamped in a pivot sprung for activation by a below-stock lever lit the fuse which would then slowly ignite and, eventually, fire the cracker and eject the bullet. I tried shooting birds with it, but by the time the thing fired the birds had casually looked around, yawned, and flown away.
I don't know how powerful the arquebus was, but a much smaller derringer using a smaller cracker in a 3" barrel with roughly 75 mm bore punched a hole through the bottom of a large, sturdy tin can (Kimbo, Kenya's answer to Crisco, used to come in gallon cans) from 5 feet; the can was perched unsecured on a hedge and the force was such that the ball punched a clean hole through the tough bottom of the can without budging the can's position.
And then there was paraffin/kerosene incineration of hundreds-of-meters-long, massed trails of army ants -- but that I don't have to apologize for, as these were very dangerous to confined, young and disabled life.
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