Funny thing happened to me earlier this week. Well, it was not funny at the time....
I come home on Tuesday and start getting ready for a quick workout with Christopher. While I am waiting for him to get ready, I notice there are a couple of messages on the answer machine. First two are hang ups, then the third one took me by surprise.
"Mr Locke, this is Brian with the Missouri Department of Conservation. There is a serious matter we need to discuss along with the Kansas City Police Department. Can you please call us back..."
I went into freak mode. All kinds of things came across my mind. Did someone fall into the Missouri River during last weeks Riverside Cyclocross Festival and they just now found their body? Did we cause damage to the bank of the Missouri River? Are they calling about the shed that I had build which back a green way along Line Creek?
I call em' back and leave a message. After 2 hours I am so worried that I try again. Still no one available. A little after 7:00pm Brian finally calls me back. "Son, we need to discuss the incident" Again I'm thinking what incident? He goes on to say "We need you to come on down so we can talk about the carcass that was found in Hodge park". I am still thinking someone fell in the Missouri river, but it does not flow by Hodge Park. "There were remains found in a box that has your name all over it. What do you have to say about that?" Well I say "Holly Shit!".
I soon find out that someone had killed a deer in Hodge park. The guts and all were put in a box that had my name on it. Long story short, I go down and ID the box. Sure enough, the box was mine. It was a box used at the Riverside Cyclocross Festival and was put out in the trash. I tell the officer everything I know and they let me go. Lessened learned. Remove all labels from boxes before you discard them.