Join Date: Aug 2011
Location: 35*3'15"N 83*12'8"W
I grew up working on a farm. When I was in high school it was a pretty rowdy place. It was a place for evrybody to do all the bad stuff without getting caught- the barns were in the middle of a couple hundred acres with stands of hardwoods all over the place (there was much slaying of monster bucks). There was all kinds of girls, drinking, gambling, "smoking", and of course- pranks.
Anyway, when we got to be of driving age, the farm became a seriously dangerous place for pranks, and heaven help you if you left your car unlocked. One July morning we decided to "initiate" a new kid. One of the guys put a dead groundhog under his passenger seat.
By the time we were done that evening- we routinely worked till dark in the summer- that carcass had been roasting in over 120F for 12 hours or so. The smell when he opened the door traveled like a shockwave from its epicenter, practically knocking everyone down within a 100' radius. I will never forget that smell- I don't think it ever came out. He quit shortly after.
I suggest that smell.
"No free man shall ever be debarred the use of arms. The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government"
-- Thomas Jefferson, 1 Thomas Jefferson Papers, 334