A forest ranger once told me an ammusing story, the place is Northern British Columbia, Canada, in the early 70's. He must have been extremely bored this fine morning as he was driving down a secluded bush road, as he turned a corner a wolverine dashed out in front of his truck, he was not travelling at a high rate of speed but did not manage to stop in time and ran over the wolverine. Upon subsequent investigation the wolverine was not hurt badly but completely knocked out. Now [lets call him Jim] This is where Jim gets a brain storm..he reaches into the bed of his pick-up and removes an old suitcase full of tools, removes the tools and inserts the unconsious wolverine, he then places said suitcase in a prominent location on the side of the road, and backs into the bush to observe what will take place...government employees did not really have much to do back then...well in Norhtern B.C., traffic is pretty slow on the back roads, but 30 minutes later a 57 ford came waleing down the road with a full compliment of LIPS [local indigenous personel] on board. The car slid to a stop backed up and the suitcase disappeared into the car which immediately accelerated down the road. Jim pulls out of the bush and starts out after the ford at a reasonable distance, about 5 miles down the road the ford starts to swerve left and right and shoots over an embankment and slides to a stop in a beaver pond. Everyone in the ford was making very hasty exits, yelling and shouting...
the moral to this story has got to be :never pick-up an unescorted bag, Jim is still out there.
