The last night of my last tour I wasn't as careful as I had been and I got caught. I was camped out behind a baptist church in rural Mississippi. I thought I had followed all the rules cmcanulty just mentioned but it turned out that, though it was quite dark on this late November evening, it was not yet 6pm! And the church had an evening service!

Headlights illuminated my campsite and I looked up to see the preacher and his whole family staring at me wide eyed from their minivan. With my black balaclava I must have looked pretty threatening. I pulled the balaclava off and tried to look innocent as I approached the vehicle. The preacher looked really nervous but eventually he seemed to believe me and allowed me to stay put. He even offered to keep the singing down so I could get my rest!