A story I forgot to tell.
So Jon and I are pushing through the sloughs and palmetto stands for a few miles. We'd drop a pin on OnX as the rally point about 600 or so yards ahead and then split up a couple hundred yards apart as we slowly stalk to it. We get to our last point and agree to shoot out to the closest road which was about 300 yards away across a swamp and a pine stand. We agree to split up and I immediately hit a pretty deep slough. I turn back and see jon doubling back also. We both go our own way and I end up out at the road first. I'm standing there for about 10 minutes and then walk up to the curve to see if he came out further down. After another 5 minutes or so I give him a call and he was about 100 yards from the road. As he pops out and starts walking to me he says. "You're never going to believe what I found" I laughed and said "If it's a hundred dollars its mine as I donated it to the swamp somewhere back there." He immediatly starts laughing and pulls $122 dollars out of his pocket while shaking his head.
Somewhere in that 3 mile walk through the shitty shit I managed to drop some cash, probably while pulling my phone out of my pocket to check Onx. Why I was carrying cash like I was gonna stumble upon a swamp hooker way back there selling blowjobs is beyond me.
I guess when I changed to my camo pants that morning out of force of habit I grabbed everything out of my jeans and put it in my pocket. How the hell he stumbled across that money after doubling back and blazing trail to the road is beyond me. I realized it when I hit the road and despite having Onx tracking turned on I didn't even bother to go looking. It was so thick that even with a map the odds of finding it was slim... Awesome day for me, pretty shitty for Jon thinking he was the luckiest fucker in the county that day.
