Me and a hunting buddy dropped off the mountain one day to eat some real food and use an actual toilet. Once we get into cell range he gets a v mail from his wife who had gotten fired. So we decide I'll drop him off and head back upto finish the hunt.
Anyway, I'm not paying attention and get popped for speeding. We each have a 44m on our hip, the back seat is an assorted armory of lever and bolts. We're elk hunting in an area where a shot can be 5 feet or 1500 yards, were where there are some big bears in the area and we're prepped for it all. Anyway we finish the initial chat and the hp starts walking back.
"Watch him" I say, "he's going to reposition his car." Which he does.
"Why did he do that?" He asks. "He's putting his engine block between him and us."
"Ok, why?" "In case we decide to get out of the truck. It looks like we're trying to take over a 3rd world country."
"Will that help?" "Normally yeah, but today it's just better than nothing."
Anyway a few minutes later we're on our way. I do some quick math in my head and say, give it about 5 minutes and we're going to pass another car. About 3.5 later we pass a deputy cruising triple digits in the direction we came from.
Point being sometimes you don't have to say anything, we just KNOW somehow