While tinkering with a broken pedal on my bike I see a familiar face come down the street…and atop his head is the very hat I lost in the jungle 4 days ago!
I started laughing when I saw Mr. Shotgun, the poacher, wearing my cowboy hat. He was with the Boss of course and we shook hands and he plopped it back on my head. They both gave me the thumbs up and that was that.
It had fallen off the fuel truck during the escape from the Puma. They must have found it while doing work in the area.
Ha ha, I am back in cowboy hat business!