So I fished up and down the Green today. Alone, and I've never had any problems. With people or theft. But today was different.
Well, after a great day of fruitless fishing, I decided to head out.
I parked my truck at the last off shoot on the right just past the soccer fields, while heading south.
As I walked back, a hispanic fellow was about 30 yards down the very muddy trail. I noticed he was wearing boat shoes. This struck me as odd.
He asked how the fishing was and tried to make small talk. As I came to the trail head, I noticed my canopy was open, and the man walked very quickly towards his car. I looked at him and asked him "what in the F&*k was he doing down here in those shoes ?" He began to walk faster then it was obvious. This SOB was breaking into my truck and heard me coming.
He came to see if indeed I was actually coming. And low and behold there I was with this filthy animal of a man. I lost it. Calling him out and asking him "what in the Hell he was doing in my truck?"
He wouldn't answer. He got into his car and pulled out and drove off.
Luckily nothing was missing.
But I got the description of his car for everyone.
It's a rust colored Honda, with a custom grill that is rusting.
Guaranteed, next time I see him in that area of the river,
I will put the boots to him.
I am a very large man, also very mild mannered for the most part.
But I cannot stand a thief.
Keep your eyes peeled fellas.
Ken
Well, after a great day of fruitless fishing, I decided to head out.
I parked my truck at the last off shoot on the right just past the soccer fields, while heading south.
As I walked back, a hispanic fellow was about 30 yards down the very muddy trail. I noticed he was wearing boat shoes. This struck me as odd.
He asked how the fishing was and tried to make small talk. As I came to the trail head, I noticed my canopy was open, and the man walked very quickly towards his car. I looked at him and asked him "what in the F&*k was he doing down here in those shoes ?" He began to walk faster then it was obvious. This SOB was breaking into my truck and heard me coming.
He came to see if indeed I was actually coming. And low and behold there I was with this filthy animal of a man. I lost it. Calling him out and asking him "what in the Hell he was doing in my truck?"
He wouldn't answer. He got into his car and pulled out and drove off.
Luckily nothing was missing.
But I got the description of his car for everyone.
It's a rust colored Honda, with a custom grill that is rusting.
Guaranteed, next time I see him in that area of the river,
I will put the boots to him.
I am a very large man, also very mild mannered for the most part.
But I cannot stand a thief.
Keep your eyes peeled fellas.
Ken