In your skin
there are several kinds of nerve endings. Some, like the Pacinian corpuscles and the Meissner corpuscles, respond to vibration. Others, like the Krause corpuscles and Ruffini endings, respond to pressure. Some “Free” nerve endings are specific to heat and other sensations.
There is no”I’ve been shot” nerve ending. SO when that buckshot birdshot hits you your nerves don’t know what sensation to send you. In their confusion they often send a signal for “Heat”, which is why people often say a GSW burns.
I never felt too much from the buckshot birdshot I accumulated in the process of disputes over produce, but I can tell you for sure, that when Dad takes out that pocketknife and digs the shot out it’s not as gentle as it might be. All part of the learning experience, I suppose. And sitting in a bathtub soaking out bits of rock salt is not particularly fun, either.
They shot you with buckshot for stealing watermelons? Rock salt or even birdshot I could see, but buckshot?
Birdshot, i mean, of course. I don’t think I could even have survived buckshot. It’s early and I haven’t had coffee yet.
OK, that makes more sense. I knew you were a tough dude, but I don’t know of any farmers that would use buckshot just to scare away melon thieves.
I think the most amazing part is that this happened to you MORE THAN ONCE.
Yep. Had some friends with watermelon patches. Never did hear if they shot the same guy more that once, but they did calim to use the rock salt technique.
Never did like watermelon that much my self.
I was lucky. My Dad worked in a produce warehouse and distribution center S. of Downtown Seattle. He’d bring home watermelons and other procuce that was too ripe to send to stores. A truly ripe watermelon is a gift from G-d. Same with other melons, especially Honeydew. Yup, I learned early on how to tell the ripe from the unripe. Watermelons look as if they’d been dragged behind a truck from birds trying to scratch ’em open, and the stickier the rind of a honeydew feels as one rubs his hand lightly over it, the riper. Of course, this causes some shoppers to assume you have some sort of perverse agenda.
Gerry N.
err…raiding melon patches had nothing to do with their availability…in my experience. ;)