I went turkey hunting Saturday morning. I didn't see or hear a single turkey. When I got back to the truck, I laid my bow on the bedcover, put my fannypack, ground blind and decoys in the bed of the truck, changed from my boots to my tennis shoes and then got into the truck and drove off. I drove over about 5 miles of unpaved and paved roads and came to the stop sign for the left turn onto the main highway that would take me home.
I looked to the left and all was clear, I then looked to the right and there was a vehicle a good distance away. As I started to straighten out in my lane I looked in my rearview mirror to make sure the vehicle wasn't coming upon me too quickly. Then, much to my amazement I saw yellow and white fletching on my bedcover, along with the quiver and bow. I eased over to the side of the road, stopped, got out of my truck and retrieved my Morrison Cheyenne from the bedcover, put it in the backseat where it belonged and drove home without further incident. Praise the Lord, I avoided disaster!
Bill