My dad and his friend, Gene, were returning from a successful nighttime frog-gigging trip when Dad’s truck’s headlights went out.
Looking all over, they could not find a fuse. Lucky for them, they found a .22 caliber bullet that fit perfectly into the fuse box. The headlights came on.
After traveling approximately 20 miles, just before crossing a bridge, the bullet overheated. Unlucky for them, it discharged and struck Dad in the right testicle.
The truck swerved and hit a tree. Dad suffered minor cuts but did require surgery to repair the other wound. Gene suffered a broken rib and was treated and released.
Gene told everyone, “Thank God we weren’t on that bridge when he shot his intimate parts off, or we might have died.”
