Tomatoes.
It was in the early 70's and we were about 10 or 12 years old. The far end of our property was along a main county road. There was a lot of brush to hide in and it was about 10' up off the road. Perfect angle. One problem was that you could hear them coming, but you couldn't see them very good.
We made a decision not to throw at white cars (county cops drove white cars) or yellow cars (State Troopers back then had yellow).
Here comes our first victim and it's a dark green car, good to go. Car goes by and Whack, Whack, Whack!!!!
"Oh schit, brake lights in the back window." Police cars back then had those big round brake lights in the back window. It was an unmarked State Trooper.
So we take off down through the field and get back to the house and there he is sitting in my driveway.
We got into a lot of deep schit with our parents. We told the officer that if we had known that he was a cop, we wouldn't have thrown at him. We wanted to make sure he knew we weren't targeting him because of being a police officer. So he acknowledged that we would have still thrown at any other passer by. Then he lectured us for about 1/2 hour about the dangers of throwing tomatoes at cars as my mother listened in.
