Here you go...couldn't find the story so I just re-remembered it.
My neighbor, Chuck, was a Special Forces Green Beret. He served on an alpha team in Vietnam and was very interesting fellow. As background I had once borrowed a machine gun from a lawyer in Tennessee who should have known better than to lend it out to me to be honest with you, but who can pass up a machine gun? I had been shooting it in the field behind my dad's house (this was approx. 1977) and after we emptied out a few mags of rounds I saw Chuck making his way down to us. He had a huge grin on his face.
He said, "I thought that was an M-2...I carried one of those as backup in Nam." The M-2 is the automatic version of the M1 Carbine, .30 calibre...distinctive sound and cyclic rate...LOTS of fun to shoot. Chuck said he had one "cut down" small that he carried across his back as a backup weapon. They preferred to use the AK47 mainly because if the enemy heard an American weapon firing (he was working in enemy territory) they would zero in on the American weapon user...so they used AK's a lot.
Anyway, Chuck homed in on me using the M2 and I got some good stories out of him. He also helped me tear it down as it started getting dark so I could clean it and return it to the owner. We had it in about 1,000 pieces on the picnick table and he stopped, scratched his head and said, "Damn...it's been a while since I had to put one of these back together..." I almost shat the proverbial gold brick. The guy I borrowed it from was not only a lawyer but one of the most highly skilled martial artists I have known...could break coconuts or coke bottles with a hand or elbow, could put his big toe thru a metal gas can...the real deal (real nuts, too..that's other stories). Chuck finally laughed at my expression and had pity on me...he slapped it back together and became my hero. That's background to the next story.
Chuck lived across the street from us and had not been back long from Vietnam and had a newborn son, Matt. Matt had some health issues and had just gotten to sleep when a local teenager and a friend in their new 442 Oldsmobile Cutlass decided to lay drag at the hill in front of Chuck's house. The first time he did it, Chuck just ran outside and nicely asked him to please stop, that his son was sick and just fell asleep.
Chuck is not real imposing to look at. A good Pollock, he is kind of short, squat like a fireplug and comes across as real nice at first. Those boys came back and decided to start laying drag again and just as they made it to the top of the hill, Chuck put a round through the engine with his .44 magnum rifle. The car grinds to a stop and Chuck marched them over to the side of the road which was at his front yard and held them at gunpoint until the sheriff got there.
Sheriff Earl Lee was quite famous for being a rough-and-tumble no-nonsense sheriff here in Douglas County Georgia. When he got there and got the full story, Earl asked Chuck what he wanted to charge him with...Chuck said anything I damn well can. So the sheriff said, "boys we got you for disturbing the peace, reckless driving and trespassing".
One of the boys looked up from his on his stomach prone position at the sheriff and said, "that's crazy, we weren't trespassing, we were just driving". At which point Earl Lee said, "boy, you're trespassing now".
I figured he would get sued by the boy's family...nope. The father called Chuck and thanked him for how he did it...he hoped it might straighten his kid out. The old days.