put purse, attached to 50 yds of fishing line, in area where there was a small pullout nearby. Safety first, Gentlemen. We'd hollowed out this hedge and added some extra camo. Whenever the would be good Samaritan/thief would bend over to pick up purse, we'd give a yank and hilarity would ensue. Some would figger it out right away, and some would chase it for awhile. So, one day, we see Roscoe P. Coltrane(sorry law enforcement, it's a term of endearment and respect) slowing down. Me: "Yessss, stay here Billy, do not move." Billy: "Noooo, plz noooo." Like the old saying re; Grizzly Bears, you don't have to run faster than the bear, only faster than the guy next to you.

Except I knew how this would play out, in reverse to the bear thing. Roscoe exits his custom cruiser, and just as he bends down, I give it a yank. I had him for a chaser, but oh no, he quickly scanned the hedge w/ laser intensity and not a small bit o' anger. I knew it was time to flush Billy. So I says: "Gooo, run Billy, run." Roscoe, koo koo koo, is quickly in hot pursuit. Billy quickly realized Roscoe was the only one behind him, and kicked in the twin turbo's. I knew I had about 5 min. to retrieve my purse and make it home before they waterboarded Billy and got a full confession.

Through backyards and trails only kids know, I made it home, changed shirts, and pretended to nap on the couch. I briefed my little brother that I'd been asleep for an hour, when Roscoe arrived, I told him to bring Roscoe in to my place of repose. There I lie, kinda a double meaning there. All bleary eyed, and having caught my breath, again, we stuck to the Bill Clinton defense: Deny, Deny, Deny, before it was even the BC defense. We were raised in the golden age of Dukes of Hazzard, we knew how the game was played. Don't hate the playa.