[imcarthur]

This took place long ago. I was probably 16 & the 4 guys I was with were about 5 years older. In a very rural area, dirt road, few houses – in the middle of nowhere with the closest police station 40 miles away. We went cooning chickens from a local farmer. Drunk in a van. We dropped off 2 guys to do the deed & we drove down the road to wait. Except we ran off the road. Teetering on a soft 10 foot embankment. At 2 am in the morning. The 2 would be thieves came back empty-handed & laughed at us. We drank more beer. Then one of the guys went to another farmhouse & called a friend’s father who had a tow truck. We finished the beer & started passing around a bottle of rye whiskey. Headlights appeared & it was an OPP (provincial) car with one cop. The whiskey bottle went down the hill – but didn’t break.

He pulled over & got out with his flashlight. He talked with us about our predicament. He looked in the van. Looked at us. We told him a tow truck was on the way. He walked down the hill & picked up the whiskey bottle & smashed it on a rock. “That’ll be enough of that, boys.” And he got in his car & drove off.

Ian