I don't fish much, . . . but if I did, . . . they would be rummaging through a 77 Ford F100 on its second engine & second transmission. It's also got a floor shift conversion where Reverse & 1st are flip flopped as well as 2nd & 3rd.
That ain't saying nothing about the fact that if you don't know how to start the old girl, . . . you'll be walking, cause the battery just went south.
Besides that, . . . Xavier mentioned my sentiments: "I don't carry anything worth dying over, nor do I carry anything worth killing over. I carry for preservation of my life, not for preservation of my property."
Once I saw them, . . . if my pounding heart didn't give me away, . . . I would like to think I would just melt back into the landscape, be a good witness, observe all I could, and the most important aspect I think most missed: get into a good defendable position, where I cannot be flanked or anything.
These jerks may get nasty when all they get outa my truck is rust and a hard time, . . . they almost have to be locals, therefore they know I am not and will probably come looking for the cheap dude that didn't give them any pickings. At 60 and physically challenged to a degree, I can only defend, but if they find me and want to push the envelope, . . . well, . . . like I said earlier, be in a place I can defend against all three.
May God bless,
Dwight