

I’ve told this story a few times. I used to do tons and tons of soil survey. Hike, dig a hole. Rinse repeat all summer. Most surveys would be anywhere from 500 to 2000 pits in size.
Anyway, I was on this massive survey in Ontario. 21 days on, a week off and 21 days on again. I was on like day 16, stomping though some bush behind this guy’s house, and I see this rock that DOES NOT belong here. I notice this kind of shit because as I’m walking I take in the landscape and it’s features to help classify soil.
Meh. I got 1800 more pits to do… Then curiosity gets the better of me.
I walk back over to the rock. It looks one of those salt lamps you’d find at a massage place. I pick it up, and I turn it over, a confused look on my face. My confusion deepens as I see a worn price tag. It IS one of those stupid salt lamps. Who the fuck puts one out here?
I set it down, go to get up and look straight into a trail camera.
Fuck. This is a salt lick to bait deer.
The photos would have shown my tired, dumb ass walk into the frame. Walk out of the frame. Walk back to the rock. Pick it up and turn it over and then look right at the camera








Yeah, just not on what he was hoping.
Somehow, fly-bitten, drooling-from-repititon pedologist probably isn’t as tasty to eat