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To: MineralMan
Were I her husband, the weapon involved would never fire again,

You could blame the tractor for placing them in the line of fire. I wonder how long it would take to cut up a tractor? I think they have those crushers at junkyards that could do it. Maybe they could raffle a chance to hit it with a sledgehammer.

52 posted on 06/30/2003 1:21:59 PM PDT by Shooter 2.5 (Don't punch holes in the lifeboat)
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To: Shooter 2.5
"Were I her husband, the weapon involved would never fire again,

You could blame the tractor for placing them in the line of fire.
"

Yes, yes. A 12-year-old boy on my street once shot out my rear car window with a pellet rifle as I drove up the street. I stopped, went back and knocked on the door of his house. His father emerged and I told him what had happened and that I had seen his son with the pellet rifle just before the window was shot out.

Dad called the boy from wherever he had run and told him to bring his rifle with him. The kid came out with the pellet gun. Dad took it away from him, and immediately broke it in half on a concrete post on his porch. He then told the boy to go back to his room and that he'd deal with him later. He then apologized to me and said he'd pay for the replacement window.

That's what I meant. If I had caught the boy, I'd have destroyed his pellet rifle myself. His dad did it instead. I have no idea what else his dad did as punishment, but the kid didn't have his prized rifle any longer.

It's not the weapon, it's the person holding the weapon, but sometimes, destroying the weapon is a good object lesson, don't you agree?
53 posted on 06/30/2003 1:29:01 PM PDT by MineralMan (godless atheist)
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