I posted this back in 2005 or so.
Dad was bragging on the way to 3rd River Landing about the fact that when they camp there, no one ever took anything from them. Camp stove, rod/reels, tables you name it, all the stuff for camping that’s normally left outside.
Well on the last day we came back from fishing and were having lunch before we went home and dad said “where’s my panfish pole”. It was leaning up against the truck but after a thorough search, sure ’nuff, it was gone. He wasn’t very happy and it didn’t help when I asked him what he was saying on the way up.
Done with lunch and I for no reason, decided to go for a walk. A few trucks down, I notice a rod in the topper glass of a pick up. Asked dad to come over and he positively ID it by the jig. The topper door was locked but the tailgate opened and our rod was back.
The fella had chain saws, plastic gas tanks and a 24 pack of beer sitting back there all for the taking. I was just glad we left before the fella(s) came back from fishing. I had visions of nearly 70 year old dad being in a fist fight.
But on the way out off the lot, I told dad to stop and I grabbed the 12 pack. I wasn’t even drinking beer back then but the only other thing I could think of is opening everyone of them…didn’t seem like enough.
It was a public access. We should of known there are always different people using it and some would have sticky fingers sooner or later.