I always lose a bunch this time of year.
Paul, I threw a nice plugcaster pencil into a tree that I can send you to find. I haven't gotten back as I am inclined to not going in alone.
The evening I lost it I met "Clayton the molester" who was sitting by the railroad tracks with his drawers down and then accosted me about what a great spot it is for pleasuring ones self. Don't need the plug that bad myself
