
Written By: Randy Lawrence. Junction City, OH It felt more like driving the getaway rig for a jailbreak than leaving for a hunting trip. I would pull into the Honda plant parking lot just before 11, Lyle’s dogs and mine settled in their crates, Lyle’s gun and gear stowed behind the front seats. I’d find a spot where I could watch the main door, idling the truck, listening to late-night Reds and Bengals talk on the 50,000 watt radio station out of Cincinnati. It was always easy to spot my friend among the second trick autoworkers. Lyle was the...







