My grandfather was an old vet. He owned a farm. The man was a fucking crack shot with a rifle. Anyway, the town started to get more developed and people started flooding in. So eventually people thought it would be a good idea to mud ride on his property. Not smart. I got a call one night that he shot the engine of a truck that was on his property.
The cops told him never to do that again and just call them. This old salty farmer goes to the stock yard and buys the biggest meanest long horn iv ever seen and lets the bastard have free range on the field they like to ride in. So about a month after the shooting incident.
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