Karma always seems to find its way. I was hunting in Prentice Cooper probably 25-30 years ago. They had a bow hunt back then (maybe still do), that occurred early before regular bow season, so a great opportunity to get a jump start. I went the week before, scouted out a very remote steep hill with really great trails, and quite the walk. Opening morning I go to my spot with my portable. Nothing worth shooting that morning, and decided to walk out to stretch and grab a bite. No need to carry the stand out since it's so remote, right? Went back in for the afternoon hunt and the dang stand was GONE…really, what the heck!! Ok, so this is where you need to understand, my portable was a homemade job for which I paid $20. It was on its last leg. The wooded platform was sagging and the ropes frayed. I really shouldn't have been using it anymore, so in one way probably saved me from a bad accident…but still, I'm two hours from home and can't hunt my hot spot because some thief stole my $20 portable!…I'm really ticked!!! Needless to say I just called it a weekend and came home.
Now this is the crazy part of the story. About 2 months later, and back on a small lease I shared with my brother near my home in White County (again about 2 hours from Prentice Cooper), I'm walking up the old road with my brother that runs along our lease line. We are doing some pre-gun season scouting. I hear someone talking not too far over on the neighbors property, and they're quite a ways from the main road, so we're curious and decide to venture over to have a friendly chat. We've never seen anyone ever hunt that property, so what's up? There's a man working on attaching a portable to a tree, and he's there with his wife. Very nice people, so we chat for a while, and appears they had permission to be there. If you haven't guessed it yet, well…then guess who's portable he's hanging on the tree?? Yep, that's the one I had stolen! No joke, you can't make this stuff up. I mean what are the chances? There was absolutely no mistaking it. When I inquired where he bought the stand, before telling him the story, turns out he borrowed it from his neighbor who had indeed bow hunted Prentice Cooper a couple months ago. So, I told him the story, and told him he could keep the stand, but be sure to tell his neighbor he met the original owner today…and that I hoped someone would ruin his next big hunting weekend. This guy and his wife was speechless, and then began to apologize over and over. It was really quite hilarious. I would have loved to had been a fly on the wall when he told his neighbor!