"Early one fall I had a female store clerk reach out and touch the medicine bag I had around my neck. It happened fast before I could pull away."
Me too, Ron! I was horrified, but well, it was innocent ignorance on her part, with a touch of unschooled rudeness, and I just tried to get out of there without a fuss. I don't remember what year that was, or if it harmed my hunt. Hey, maybe that was when I got downsized out of my cushy overpaid job and had to empty portajohns at construction sites while looking for my brutal job at the Post Office..
To the questions I always get about its content, well, it is a schematic of my head...full of rocks! I escape in the laughter, and keep my secrets.
Mine has gotten old and is falling apart, so it travels in a pack. Folks don't see or ask about it now, so, no harm. I dunno how you keep yours so nice, bowmac, with everyday wear, collecting sweat and oils, mine only last about seven years.
Killdeer