Back about 1983-4, I had a daypack stolen when on a camping trip. I had left it beside my tent, and it got snagged right around dusk, maybe in a 30-minute window.
To back up a bit...couple of the guys with us were Vietnam vets. At this point, it was 15 years past the war. One guy in particular, I sort of knew, but hadn't spent much time with him camping and hiking. He didn't tell many war stories, but when he did they were always short, but good ones, too good to be true....like going solo outside the wire at night to hunt VC...special forces ninja raids, etc...typical BS stories you might hear from a cook or truck driver.
Anyway, he was late getting there that weekend...drives up maybe about 10pm. He starts out tracking about 11pm. Cuts a circle, finds where someone had come up the gully back behind where my tent was. He was truly in full-on ninja mode...as in "turn out the lights, you're screwing my night vision up and I can't see where these turkeys went". Half-mile from camp, found where chuckleheads had stopped and opened up the pack....buried some minor items under some leaves. Followed their trail to a USFS campground...but not much we could do about it at that point, unless I saw my stuff. Lost a gregory daypack, down jacket, Olympus camera.
To cut a long off-topic story short, I hiked and camped with this guy a good bit over the next 5 or so years. He was truly the sneakiest, ninja-est person I have ever met. It was a game to him...you'd be 5' behind him on a trail, look down, look up, and he's gone. Absolute quiet, no sign at all. Or, you'd be well ahead of him on the trail -- well, at least the last time you saw him you were in front....then, you'd get up someplace, and find him waiting for you. Dude would make better time cross-country than others would make on an open trail. Did some night-hikes over the years...guy could see in starlight like I could under a full moon. Or better.
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