Clay Hefner is one of those solid masses in the universe that tends to collect energy. Things just seem to HAPPEN around him, for good and ill. (Mark did get his truck out of the pond, but it had to be towed.) At Camp Perry I hitched a ride back to the Mar-Lu with him and most of my equipment blew out the back of his truck. My Kowa scope took quite a beating but seems to work fine still. Scary stuff. I had gear scattered all over a two lane road in Yankee traffic.