Me, a Kid at the cabin with my Mom and Sister.

While canoeing, we landed on a pretty shore for a nice picnic lunch, then for a walk.

Half way into our walk, a farmer (who was the farmers son), stood there with his shotgun and, protecting his property, (ok, his IQ I would guess is/was 80ish? Yes mentally disabled) asked us to leave.

Mom put us both behind her (she would have taken a bullet) and talked this young man down so we could leave. He was upset.

Not sure sure the moral of the story.