That was wise. Reminds me of being confronted in the sage country, and whether or not I'm a govt spy, using some big wierd instrument. I just change the tone of
my voice to a slow drawl and comment... "Nice hoss ye got thar, hit reminds me of my ole apaloosy thet would get inter th oats..., blah, blah". Next thing you knew, they were your best friend.
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