It was just here. I was using it a couple of days ago to dig a fighting position, and now it's gone. It was probably them darn thieving squirrels who stole it again. They use it to bury walnuts. Thieving squirrels. Can't get a job like everyone else. Just steal, steal, steal. I chopped down a tree that had some kind of squirrel condo in it and you know what I found? A 1966 Ford Mustang. A convertible. What the heck does a squirrel do with a convertible? Drive in parades with the town beauty queen? And they always want...