I picked up a dude hitchhiking in Idaho in 1984 or so. He was wearing a wool mackinaw, had no bag and was just standing there on the freeway on ramp with his thumb out, so I figured it was a farmer broke down on his way back to retrieve a pickup or whatever. Turns out he was headed east so we rode together all the way to Ohio. He said he had better luck getting a ride without any gear.
Didn't figure I'd likely get a ride holding a brace of Savages and 10,000 rounds of ammo so I'm flying.
_______________________________________________________ An 8 dollar driveway boy living in a T-111 shack
