I use to plunk with an old tree faller who was in his late 80's early 90's. He was tough and would hike down into this plunking spot and fish. It is private property and has bunks, chairs, wood stoves and what have you. One of the times he was fishing by himself returned to his car and found someone had drilled the bottom of his gas tank out and stole the fuel. The fuking stunt could have killed him. Luckily someone came down to fish which isn't super common there and helped him out. It was nowhere in walking distance for a man that age.
Speaking of fallers, back when I was chasing fires we called in some fallers for a patch of big, technical trees. While a was showing them the area, one of them, a grizzled ol boy who looked tougher, and rougher than the monster saw he was carrying, rolled a cigarette and as he lit it, he used it as a pointer and gestured towards a tipped over tree and root wad. "That right there is the best place to hide a body. Tip that wad back over and it'll never be found" He didn't even blink, and had the most serious expression on his face I had ever seen.
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