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I've had that problem twice. Once while trespassing in Colorado (I think rubber might have been along that time or it was a separate run, they kind of blur together) some guy thought I was a deer poacher. Chatted him up, he was a chill guy from up in Minnesota. Another time hiking to Bumpass Hell in Lassen NP I see a quarter mile up the trail a mom tuck her twelve year old behind her and stand stock still. When I get up to she stares at me ghost white and then starts saying "oh it's a tripod". I be all like "lolwat lady" and be like "I thought it was rifle. I must have laughed at her for half a mile.
