Ah, days of youth...
One of my boyhood memories involves having watched my grandmother shoot my grandfather in the butt with a double load of rock salt...
It goes something like this:
Granpa was comfortably huddled in his chair, watching the Cowboys, when Grandma came in to remind him to go out and look at the hogs (one of them was pregnant, and ready to litter out, as I remember). He blissfully ignored her repeated cajoling, even up to the point when she walked in, turned off the TV, and gave him "that look." It should be noted that my grandparents were second generation Redneck/German farmers, and the double 20 gauge stood by the door at all times.
Grandpa had gotten up, with some grumbling, and headed outside. After walking almost halfway to the pen, he stopped, turned around, and came back. Two minutes later saw him with the game on again.
"She ain't done, yet." was his reply when Grandma asked about the sow.
Again the TV was switched off, with Grandma's stern admonition that, if Grandpa didn't "...Get out there and check that sow, he'd have a butt full of buckshot." Again he grumpily headed out. And again, two or three steps off of the porch, he stopped and turned to come back in. This time, however, he was greeted by the double barrels of the 20 gauge, and an irate little German woman!
He made it fully halfway across the yard before she unloaded on him (about 30-40 feet) with both barrels. Grandpa missed the rest of the game, and spent the better part of the next couple of days sleeping on his stomach!