Once upon a day, kids in t'fields would gather round yon watering hole where t'cow's would hang out and chew the cud, gathering mud pies mixed with cow ****...battle would commence as soon as one side was able to bring enough ammo to bear. A full on smack in the chops with one of those evil bombs soon taught you to keep the sun at your back.It's not that bad. You even get used to the splashes on your face.
