An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament.

Dear Bubba,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able
to plant my potato garden this year. I’m just getting too old
to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my
troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad,
For HEAVEN’S SAKE, Dad, don’t dig up the garden!
That’s where I buried the GUNS!
Love, Bubba

At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any guns. They apologized to the old man and left.

That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It’s the best I could do
under the circumstances.
Love, Bubba