I bet he has one for each of his 7 kids.
Brilliant!
When I was a kid there was this one little strip of forested land in one of the neighbors yards, the last bastion of the woods that used to exist here. So, naturally we built our fort there, and naturally I had to booby trap it, and quite naturally that kid's sister broke her ankle chasing their dog because even at 7 my traps were effective.
Silly bimbo- nobody would use bright white cord for a tripline that you weren't supposed to see and jump over, into the carefully concealed hole on the other side. It wasn't particularly deep, but apparently it was easily deep enough to break an ankle in.
Ah, memories.
Is she still buried there..