I was fishing a bass tournament on West Branch Reservoir in Ohio and worked back up into a narrow bay. Lo and behold, there's a couple going at it like pornstars up on the shore. They took one look at me, smiled and just went right on bumping uglys.
I was hunting way up high on the mountain above our camp in Pa., and ran across a propellar sitting on the ground. Not a nick on it, and it didn't appear to have fallen off a plane, as the trees around it weren't all busted up, and the blades weren't damaged. How the heck does a prop end up out in the middle of the woods like that?
I used to hunt rabbits in a chunk of strip mine land near our house. Came through this area one night, and then hunted the same area the next day. I come down by a pit lake, right where I'd walked the previous day, and there's a car smoldering there. Looked around, and it appeared pretty obvious that they'd rolled someone down into the lake. I found a Social Security card laying by the lake. Got out of there and called the cops. They found the body. He was tied to the mob, which was very active in that area.
