Another Mopar Off My Bucket List - Barracuda Fastback

Looks like it's time to spend a night or two out there with mister shot gun. By farm I assume you have plenty of room the bury the evidence.

After my last post Teresa and I did head back to the farm. It was after 9:30 at night and was already dark. I figured that might be a good time to check on things.

When I'd stopped at the farm in the a.m. I saw that someone had removed the nails from the back door that held it shut and left the front door open after breaking a window to gain access. I propped a bunch of lumber against the rear door and secured the front door as well as I could with another lock and piled building supplies in front of it on the porch.

Teresa and I did a quick inspection and didn't see anything changed from earlier in the day. - But we noticed that they'd disabled our yard light. - Either shot it out or broke it by some other means.

We waited in the dark with the lights off and car shut off. After a half hour I saw headlights coming towards us about a half mile away. Like a dummy, I opened the door to get a better look. The dome lights came on and wouldn't shut off because it has a delay circuit in it. The vehicle stopped and turned around before it came past our place.

We weren't sure if we'd been seen. One thing we speculated was that someone might have dropped off somebody else that could still be walking towards us through the cornfield. About 10 minutes later Teresa thought she'd spotted a light in the field 60 yards away - possibly from a cell phone. We waited another 5 minutes, started the car and drove towards where she'd seen the light.

Nothing.

We sped out of the driveway in the direction we'd seen that vehicle turn around.

Still nothing.

When I returned I looked for signs of footprints. I couldn't see any but the grass in the ditch adjacent to the field looked trampled.

We gave up and came back home. If there really was someone out there we may have scared them off. If not, there's a good chance they'll hit our place some time like 3 a.m. Most likely we'd fall asleep waiting.

On the drive back we discussed what to do. Teresa suggested a bunch of lumber with nails in it - nail side up hidden in the grass. I thought maybe barbed wire too.