Then he said, "Did you see that?"
"See what?" I queried. He told me what it was. For the sake of narrative suspense, I will omit his reply. I queried again as I we barrelled down the hill into a nice long straight-away. "Was it photo worthy?"
"I think so", Aaron said.
That was enough for me. I found a place at the bottom of the hill to turn the truck around. We drove back up the hill and found a driveway across the road from his discvoery. There didn't appear to be anyone at home across the street, but I figure that even if there was, they were accustomed to having people stop all the time to check out their creation. There may have been no humans around, but we were being watched. Behind a fence next to where I had parked the truck stood this fellow.
He was standing in the shade of the woods with his buddy.
We walked across the street, past the sign for the county line. On the surface of the road, someone had taken the time to mark this Milltown attraction, just as they had with the shoetree.
Yes, the residents of Crawford County are an odd but proud bunch. And just what is so interesting about chainsaws?
That's right folks. Fifty-six chainsaws (of course I counted) in three, neatly planted rows.
Not only is it impressive that chainsaws grow right out of the ground in the backwoods of Indiana, but that they grow in such a variety of shapes, sizes, and colors!
Of course, I have never heard of chainsaws being grown. I always assumed they were manufactured. Naturally this must be some super-secret scientific experiment. For what purpose one may wonder? I've pondered this now for the past several days and have come to the following conclusion: someone wishes to free the chainsaw-factory proletariat from their masters while simultaneously subsidizing Indiana's soy and corn crops with fields of power tools. It's the only logical conclusion. Oh, imagine the day when you won't have to make the ten minute trek your neighborhood hardware superstore of choice for power tools and you can simply walk into your backyard and pluck one right from the ground!
My conclusion that this was indeed a top-secret experiment was confirmed when I observed the lethal-force level of security in the area.
He sniffed us out almost immediately and began to sound the alarm.
But I think whoever is in charge of security at this top-secret installation needs to reconsider the effectiveness and killer-instincts of its front-line defenses.