ajgunner
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25-30 years ago a friend and I were returning from a day of pheasant hunting when my buddy says pull over I gotta go right now. This is on I-84 in Eastern Oregon. For those not familiar with the area, this was somewhere between Pendleton and The Dalles. Look on a map and you will see there is not much there for about 100 miles except open pavement. He gets all wide eyed and says NOW. Nothing but sage brush in every direction, but I hit the brakes and pull to a stop on the side of the highway. He grabs the TP from the glove box and jumps over the guardrail in a big hurry. After finishing up with a terrible case of "gotta go right now" he comes back over the guard rail with a Remington 870 in his hands. It had been leaned up along the back side of the guardrail right where he had done his business. Because it was not trashed like it had been thrown out the window, we figured someone had just propped it up there and walked away. He called a couple of county LEO agencies with the description and serial number, but never got a return call. He still has it today. What are the odds of having a "gotta go now" moment and me just pulling over in the exact right spot???
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