Buddy went hunting on some wma land in newberry last weekend. Left his Muck boots in the bed of his pick up (Probably won't do that anymore). Theres one other white f150 pickup at the gate that's got 3 high school kids at it. They all walk in together and he said he was super nice to them and there was no problem. Anyway when he gets done hunting he gets back to his truck. Nobody else around. Sheds his waders and goes to grab his boots. They're not there. He goes home, suspecting that either the kids in the f150, or anybody else that could have pulled in there, snatched em and left.
Fast forward to today.
Me and him head back to that spot he hunted the previous weekend. 3 trucks there already, including the white f150. We're not in his truck though, we're in mine. Decide it's too crowded and hit another spot. We get done early and head back to check to see if his little buddies are still parked. Theyre still there. Just for giggles, he peaks in the bed of their truck just to see if a pair of camo woody max size 12 muck boots with a slight tear on the right boot, made by barbed wire 2 years ago, happen to have migrated into the bed of the dudes truck. You guessed it. There they are. My buddy hops back in the truck and tells me they're in there.
As fate would have it, while discussing whether to call the sheriff or just take back what was rightfully his, here come a pair of 16 year old barbarians out of the woods. My friend hops out the truck and goes and talks to them. I sit in the driver seat with the window rolled down and observe.
He asks if they had any luck or shot anything. Then says something funny has happened and that somehow his boots have gotten into the bed of said white f150.
Kid says the boots are his.
Buddy responds "I'm pretty sure they're mine, but once the sheriff gets here, we'll find out whose they are"
The children panic. "Well actually my other friend that's not hunting with us this morning found those here last weekend and left those in the back of my truck. But you can have em"
I then exit my truck upon hearing this, because the little shit just admitted hes at least an accomplice and I walk over.
My hunting buddy: "I can have em??? They're mine!"
Me: so you didn't think it was the least bit odd that a $150 pair of boots was just out here in the woods and you didnt ask your buddy where they came from or nothing???
Kid: nah man I thought he just found them. Y'all can take em
Dude mans little gingy friend who allegedly was not hunting with them the last weekend makes an attempt at moderation because he was clearly nervous. His words are worthless as far as I'm concerned, cause I just want the boots and dont want to hear no more lies. Says something along the lines of, it's hard enough hunting land without these sorts of problems, were real sorry, blah blah blah.
My buddy: well I'm not gonna lean in yalls truck and take anything so why don't yall hand me my boots right now.
Gingy accomplice, grabs a different pair of leather duck boots out the bed and goes to hand them over. I don't know who you stole those from but if we haven't already made it abundantly clear, we want the muck boots!
Other suspect grabs the mucks and hands em over and says these parting words " I dont even wear a size 12."
I about came unglued right there.
Gingy tries to shake my hand. I tell him I don't shake the hands of thieves and get back in my truck. My buddy makes a few last parting remarks and we drive off.
Moral of the story: don't leave your expensive stuff in the bed of the truck.
And if any of y'all hunting the Midlands see about a 2007 white f150 with a tool box and the license tag: MFE 959 lock everything you got up or just leave, cause those worthless high school children will relieve you of your stuff.
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