It's funny now...It wasn't so funny Friday evening
The regular motel clerk was out of town on an emergency, so the maintenance man took over her duties for the day. We found out later that he likes to drink, and drink, and drink some more. He checked me into Rm 102, then an hour later checked someone else into rm 102
That person went in and found my hunting bag. The bag contains my garmin and 4 dc30's along with flashlights, ammo, and about 8 radio collars. The person then told the clerk, who called the cops and had them take my bag to the station. When I got back to the motel, the cops had him refund my money, and I followed them to the station to get my bag back.... Having a brass name plate on the bag, and all collars inside, and nobody ever thought to call my phone
It all turned out ok in the end I guess....
