Gone in 600 Sec­onds

Modern Pioneer - - [lost Guns] -

Friend Matt Mickey had been driv­ing in from Penn­syl­va­nia for the past sev­eral years to hunt with me in Mis­souri for a week at a time dur­ing the white­tail rut. Be­cause the area I hunt is an hour away from my house, we had to set our alarms for 3:45 a.m. each night. Af­ter the drive over, a long walk in and even longer hours on stand, we were usu­ally ex­hausted by the time we got back to our ve­hi­cle late in the morn­ing. There was no sense in go­ing back to my house, only to turn around and come back for the evening hunt, so we spent the mid­dle of the day nap­ping in the truck.

Af­ter catch­ing a bit of shut­eye one day, we de­cided to go to the near­est burger joint and grab lunch. We pulled onto the high­way and drove for about four min­utes be­fore my buddy slammed his hand onto the steer­ing wheel and yelled, “My stuff!” Mak­ing an im­me­di­ate U-turn, he re­traced his path look­ing for the new head-to-toe Scent­blocker suit and ac­ces­sories he’d just pur­chased. A brand-new Nikon laser rangefinder was in the jacket pocket. He’d laid it all out on the back walls of the truck bed and the tail­gate to air out be­fore that evening’s hunt, and it had blown off when we hit the high­way. In less than 10 min­utes, it was all gone. We went to the lo­cal sher­iff’s of­fice, left our in­for­ma­tion at gas sta­tions, restau­rants and ev­ery other pub­lic place we could think of. No one ever called.

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