That reminds me of a story from my distant past, mid 1980's. M and I had finished our work season with the FS, and as we were wont to do, loaded the canoe on the VW Rabbit and headed to Florida, a mere 3k miles away
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We decided to canoe the Evereglades Wilderness Waterway, 150 miles or so of mangrove bays and rivers, and some Florida Bay beaches. In the course of things I left M on the north end of the waterway at Everglades City with the boat and all our gear, and drove the VW around to Flamingo on the south end to leave for our eventual arrival via canoe, planning to hitchike back.
I got a ride out of the Park to Homestead pretty quickly, and very shortly after was picked up by a guy going straight to E'glades City! He was driving a very shiny new Cadillac, and looked like he'd just climbed down from the bridge of a third world shrimp trawler
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He took off along Alligator Alley at about 95 mph, asked me what I was up to, and I told him our plans for the Waterway. He nodded, and we visited a bit more about fishing the Keys and such. After a while he looked over at me and said, "There's word out that a recent shipment got tossed overboard to avoid the Coasties...bales wrapped in shrinkwrap, lots of them. But I hear there is also a suitcase, one of those fancy watertight aluminum jobs. It'll float."
"You keep your eyes open, son. You find bales, come to the third house on the right past the bar in E'glades City, It's green, behind some bamboo. I can help you with that salvage. You find that suitcase...don't come to me, and I think you best be very careful what you do with it."
I was back to M quicker than I made it over in the VW...and we never saw bales nor suitcase.