Along about '81 or '82 several of us neighbors cleaned up piles of trash city folks were dumping. All we really did was dig a trench and bury it. It was on "community" property with a community well we were all suppose to share. The well had been condemned and the property had grown up.
After we cleaned it all and pushed all the brush, it was barren and slick when it rained. Several people from town were slipping in and dumping and one got stuck. He left his truck and went for help?
I heard a bunch of shooting and it went on and on. It was not hunting season. From the hilltop, I could see a neighbor friend's "Stewart" little International Scout so I went to investigate. There were other neighbors there on the road cheering him on as he put several bullet holes all in that truck.