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So its been 3 years since I bought the new Dodge Ram and its got 48,000 miles on it so Im thinking of trading it in for a 2014 so I cleaned it up last night and removed all my personal belongings from the cab. I didn�t even know I owned 9 flashlights but all of them were in my Ram from little LED versions to big D cell clubs. It�s a hunting truck and like most hunting trucks it was sort of messy but I was kind of shocked at just how much stuff I had in there. It seems that �behind the seat� is sort of like a black hole for hunting gear. The other thing I appear to be rich in is rope. I don�t know what I was planning to do with all that rope but I kept adding to the stock pile of it �behind the seat� . Coming in third was pocket or folding knives and lastly folding saws.

That�s all I have to say about that.

I always find ammo when I clean out my truck. 1/2 box here, 1/2 a box there... I guess I never want to get pulled over in Washington DC - I'd be screwed.

A man can never have too many flashlights, pocket knives or too much rope.

Any of um work still?

I always find ammo when I clean out my truck. 1/2 box here, 1/2 a box there... I guess I never want to get pulled over in Washington DC - I'd be screwed.

For me it would be broadheads. Im more of a bowhunter. I did however find a few 30-06 and .22 LR empties.

Bowhunter or poaching hypocrite? 30-06 and .22 empties in the cab of your truck along with 9 flashlights....lol You still a Rep for Wisconsin after the citation? Why have you been banned off almost every website you have been part of as ron kulas, rancid crabtree, retch sweeney & xranger? Google offers lots of good reading on it.

http://www.deeranddeerhunting.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=38913

Case in point........LOL!!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRxvC3nV_ho

Just a few months ago he took a different door panel off to repair an electric window and found a rather large bag of pot. Had the Secret Service in DC found the pot he would have been in a bad way.

I remember as a kid having old almost junk Ford cars. Naturally the seats were worn out as were the floor mats. There were holes in the mats clear to the floor pan where little drifts of dirt and sand would collect. Being poor as a Dickens street waif, I would occasionally spot a wayward penny, dime or quarter in one of those sand dunes, and react as if I just found gold at Sutter's Mill. That find would spark an expedition to the dark ominous territory under the seat in search of El Dorado or at least the Lost Duchman's Mine. Sometimes I would be rewarded with thirty or forty cents, but mostly it was just browning paper scraps, McDonald's receipts or fossilized french fries, and stale noxious cigarette butts. Then one day came the shiny silver gleam from the largest sand dune, the one in the hole where my boot heel excavated an open pit through the rubber mat and felt insulating carpet. I would reach for it only to discover a origami gum wrapper. Disappointed, I dropped it back from whence it came. That gum wrapper plagued me for weeks. It would disappear, then reappear only to reveal itself as worthless sparkle, whereupon I would toss it down only to repeat the process again later. Finally I had an idea, and took the little devious wrapper and tossed it on the ground as I dismounted the old Ford to start work. Unfortunately the stable manager saw me. "Hey, Big John, don't be tossing trash on the ground. Pick that up." He said in his gruff U.S. Army Horse Calvary Sergeant's manner. Needless to say I policed up the wrapper in short order. It wound up in the first manure cart of the day, and off to the compost stack where some gardener would eventually deal with it while dressing the estate's formal gardens. Fool's silver has a way of returning to entice mercantile interest from those who toil long for little, providing a moment of hope, an imagined treasure trove, only to prove that expectations are not to be relied on.