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<blockquote data-quote="Ouachita" data-source="post: 1774227" data-attributes="member: 16802"><p>When I was 13, my younger brother and best friend went on an overnight hiking adventure. It included camping on the only private land between our place and forest service, then continuing on to the top of Pilot Mountain the next morning.</p><p></p><p>My dad a rifle scope, but no rifle to put it on. He let me borrow it so we could use it as a "spotting scope" while sitting on the rock bluffs on Pilot. When we arrived on top, it wasn't in my backpack, so I assumed it was still laying on my bed at home.</p><p></p><p>Over that fall and winter we tried to retrace our steps in search of the scope. When I was about 25yo my dad finally got a rifle to mount a scope on. I bought him a scope for his birthday.</p><p></p><p>When I was 26yo, I bought that only private land that we'd camped on. It was a small bluff right between where two small creeks joined. It looked so different than I remembered, but that had to be it. We took some rakes to prep it for our own camp out. Me and my young boys found the scope under several inches of matted leaves.</p><p></p><p>It was fogged and corroded, useless, but still a good memory I had never considered being able to share with my kids.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ouachita, post: 1774227, member: 16802"] When I was 13, my younger brother and best friend went on an overnight hiking adventure. It included camping on the only private land between our place and forest service, then continuing on to the top of Pilot Mountain the next morning. My dad a rifle scope, but no rifle to put it on. He let me borrow it so we could use it as a "spotting scope" while sitting on the rock bluffs on Pilot. When we arrived on top, it wasn't in my backpack, so I assumed it was still laying on my bed at home. Over that fall and winter we tried to retrace our steps in search of the scope. When I was about 25yo my dad finally got a rifle to mount a scope on. I bought him a scope for his birthday. When I was 26yo, I bought that only private land that we'd camped on. It was a small bluff right between where two small creeks joined. It looked so different than I remembered, but that had to be it. We took some rakes to prep it for our own camp out. Me and my young boys found the scope under several inches of matted leaves. It was fogged and corroded, useless, but still a good memory I had never considered being able to share with my kids. [/QUOTE]
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