Back in 2004 I was hunting in Montana for mule deer and tagged out with a nice 4 X 4. I packed up all my gear into my car, saving my TC Icon .308 for last. I still had a 1000+ mile drive home to Michigan and in the morning darkness I forgot about my rifle. When I arrived home the .308 was nowhere to be found. I called the outfitter and luckily one of his hunters turned it in. The hunter was also from Michigan so when he returned home I drove the 25 miles to his house and retrieved it. I offered the guy the six pack of beer I’d brought, but he preferred the marijuana which he had a legal permit to smoke. I passed on his offer of a doobie.
