It’s not as nefarious as it sounds. It was the middle of the depression and my grandpa Roy had a small farm. In the middle of the night he heard some racket, and saw someone riding off on a horse. The stranger had one of my grandpa’s pigs under his arm.
So grandpa grabbed his shotgun and fired, peppering the thief’s back with bird-shot.
It turned out the would-be thief was one of grandpa’s in-laws. It took them hours to pick all the shot out of his back.
They tell me that years later at family reunions they would always tease the guy.
“Talk to Roy lately?”
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