Jake bought a new car about a month ago, a Honda civic to use for commuting to school. In the trunk, where the spare tire should have been, he found two plastic shoe boxes of old (emphasis on OLD) ammunition of various calibers, all of it corroded and greenish. I took the boxes and placed them in our horse trailer – our depository for garbage. The burnables go into old feed sacks, and everything else (glass, metal, plastic) gets taken to the transfer station when the trailer is full.
Today we burned garbage. I put Jake in charge because he’s a pyro. Can you see where we’re going with this?
I saw him headed across the pasture to the burn area with the tractor bucket heaped. It didn’t look like feed sacks, so I walked out to see where he’d gotten it. Junk from the trailer that he mistook for the burnables.
He couldn’t hear me yelling over the diesel tractor engine.
He dumped the bucket just as I yelled.
The bullets started flying about 2 seconds later.
Pandemonium as he baled off the tractor and behind the bucket. I simply dropped to the ground and tried hard to become one with the earth.
No one was injured, but we laughed about it pretty hard. We’re sick people.
It was probably karma for burning all those old milk jugs.