>>8174671It all happened at once. My left hand flipped the breaker, and the entire house was lit up as if it was daytime, I floored the golfcart, flying through the unlocked farm door, screaming and laughing as loud as I could, a 30-round magazine in the mini-30, I couldn't have been more than 200 feet away, and was closing fast, for a split second I saw the surprise in their faces turn to fear as they could see my gun. Blood pumping faster than ever, adrenaline making me twitch, and laughing like a madman, these kids bolted. For whatever reason, they didn't split up, they all stayed in a rather loose group, heading in the same direction, which was the woods, which were a good 500 yards away. I quickly gained on them and let my hands off the wheel. Steering with my left knee, I raised my rifle and began shooting at them, a little to their left, then a little to their right, then I aimed for their feet, shooting like crazy, at this point I didn't care whether I hit them or not, I pulled that trigger as fast as I could, until it clicked, at this point I was no more than 50 feet away, and popped in a fresh magazine as best I could, I once again began shooting at and around their feet until on the 13th round the gun stovepiped, and at that point I needed to put my hands on the wheel to prevent from hitting a ditch. I slammed on the breaks, and screamed at the top of my lungs "NEXT TIME I WONT TRY TO MISS".
That was probably the most thrilling thing I've ever done, and there's no doubt in my mind that those kids would never be back, and since then we've had no new pot plants and never had another visit from them again.
I've talked to a lot of people who criticized me for not actually shooting them when I would be justified for doing it. but my life wasn't really in danger, so I didn't want to kill someone over something like broken windows.
