About 20 yrs ago I was out scouting type 2 in Anderson county and found an old cabin remains with 3 graves all with the same day of death 1875.
In mid September 2001,first year on new lease so we were scouting the lay of the land. I spotted some thing hanging in a mesquite tree. I went to check it out and found out it was a weather balloon with a small styrofoam box with a very faded sticker on it saying when found return to any US post office. So the following Monday I took it to a post office in Garland. There was only 2 people working and 3 people behind me in line.
I explained that I found it and was following the instructions on it. Well they freaked out locked the doors and called the police. With in 2 minutes 3 police cars pull up, guns drawn, pointed at me and ordered me to the ground searched and handcuffed me. By then 5 more cruisers pulled up followed shortly by a fire truck and an ambulance. After a few minutes one of the workers came out and said she called a postal inspector who informed her it was a weather balloon instrument box and not a problem. She apologized, as did the police and they released me. Scared the crap out of me.

Old medicine bottle, high up on a ridge outside Bozeman, MT. The bottle says such-and-such drugstore, Bozeman, MT. Must have been an old cowboy "doctoring" his ailments.

Back down here on a Texas deer lease the landowner asked me to help him pickup a garden tiller by one spot with a windmill, load it in his Jeep and take it to their garden at his house. We found his wife working in the garden ---buck nekid.

Not hunting related but interesting nonetheless. A couple of years ago while walking one of my dogs on the shore of Whiterock lake, I saw a zippered purse floating near the old "Bathhouses". I got a long stick and fished it out. It had a wallet and young girls drivers license in it. I got back to the house, called information and remarkably got the phone number to the young Womans home. Intrigued, and wondering how this came to pass, I called. A man answered the phone. I introduced myself and told him what I had found. He was silent for a moment, then began to ask how I found it. He asked if he could meet me somewhere to pick up his daughters purse. I asked where he was located, he said in Richardson. Well, we live in Richardson also, so I said I could bring it to his house. I arrived about an hour later. This is where it gets freaky. It seems his daughter and a boyfriend had been drinking one rainy afternoon, left the bar and drove north on central expwy and pulled over on the SW corner of 635 and central. There is a creek right there, boyfriend was driving and blacked out, drove into the creek and their car washed down the creek. Somehow they escaped but he ended up on the opposite bank. In shock but alive, she started trying to make her way home, alone. When she got to what is now the "High five", a man jumped her and tried to rape her underneath the bridge. As he's telling me this my mouth is wide open. The would be rapist got a little too excited and splooged all over himself, then let her go. She ran up the service road in the rain, and a Richardson Cop stopped to help her, thank goodness. She was lucky to be alive. After he told me the story, he called "Amy", and told her that I had found her purse. She was crying uncontrollably on the other end of the line. I talked to her briefly and she told me thank you at least ten times. Her father told me that was the last time she had any alcohol.

It is crazy. It just so happened that I was showing some houses to a couple and I just had to tell them the story, since it happened just the day before. Wanting to repeat it EXACTLY as it was told to me, I didn't leave out the "Splooge" part. They freaked! The woman cried,"Oh my God". At this point I realized TMI! They did buy a house from me though.

LOL, I was thinking to myself, man that lady's dad sure did go into detail.