When we moved to Virginia it was the first week of July. Brand new surroundings, house in the middle of 80 acres, and so black at night you can't see your hand in front of your face. Closet neighbors several hundred yards away. The second night we were in the house, probably close to midnight, all of a sudden there were gunshots everywhere, and all bam, bam, bam... I about *&%^ a brick. This went on for 10 minutes it seemed. Grabbed my Benelli M4 and out the door I went, in the pitch dark. Circled the house, looking into the tress, wondering what the h ell was going on and where did I just move to. Anyway... I get back to the front door and my wife is standing there just laughing, what? I said. Without missing a beat, she says, Hey numbn*ts... It's 4th of July!!!