About 1984. Ol' boy stopped me one day to show me the pony he bought his kids. He was known to wildcat, and I had a little bell going off in my head, so I told him not to let me see that pony underground. About two weeks later, I come around the bend and what do I see...
He popped a round off at me and ran in the mine. That's my truck with the door open in the road. I ran in after him, crappy 2-D cell battery government flashlight cutting off and on, hiding behind timbers as I went deeper. Didn't get him that day, but later on we settled up.
Don't believe you see this around any more. Good old days.