First off, get your mind out of the gutter. This is pre-Navy, wife, job and kids. On a Sat night a group of 6 young men decided how funny it would be to steal a sheep and put it in Pete's service station, service bay that all us idiots had access to. While in the process of procurring said sheep, the farmer apparently had no sense of humor. He opened up on us with a scattergun, while running like a wild man I ran out over a inground silo, 12 feet down later covered in cow crap mud and other stuff I don't want to remember, I got up ran to the truck and back to town we went. After being hosed off at the car wash I was taken to the local emergency room, 28 shot removed from my arse and legs, broken wrist, 12 stitches, and everbody wanting to know what happened. I figured that dad would finish me off, but he couldn't stop laughing long enough to beat me to death, as I deserved.