timberland
New member
- Aug 27, 2015
- 471
First night on a ten day hunt, my buddy and I take his wheeler a mile or better from camp. We get off, he pulls the key out of the ignition, holds it up and says \"I\'m putting it here.\" I watch him place it at the base of a big pine only 5 feet away from the wheeler and cover it with pine needles. We were 6-7 miles from the road, so I didn\'t really worry about theft, but oh well, it\'s not my machine. Coming out after dark, as I\'m walking up to the wheeler, I can see him shining his flashlight in the trees. \"what\'s up?\" i say.
\"Dang squirrels stole the key, it\'s gone!\" :shock:
Worst part of the walk out was that there were 3 other guys sitting in camp watching our headlamps come off the mountain for 45 minutes and nobody left their beer to give us a ride. :help2: They waited until we walked into camp and said \"we were wondering why you were walking. :evil:
Never did find the key. Ran the wheeler by disassembling the switch and taping it together so the contacts lined up (my buddy\'s spare was still in WI) Note to self: (I need smarter friends)
\"Dang squirrels stole the key, it\'s gone!\" :shock:
Worst part of the walk out was that there were 3 other guys sitting in camp watching our headlamps come off the mountain for 45 minutes and nobody left their beer to give us a ride. :help2: They waited until we walked into camp and said \"we were wondering why you were walking. :evil:
Never did find the key. Ran the wheeler by disassembling the switch and taping it together so the contacts lined up (my buddy\'s spare was still in WI) Note to self: (I need smarter friends)