Regarding my stolen spoon, Bushwack wrote: “I too lost one,for an hour. I had left it in the pot near where we camped. A chipmonk had caried it off some thirty feet and dragged it half down his hole. I saw the handle sticking out under a pine root. Yours might have been a critter also snagging the lightest thing it could carry.”
In this case, I doubt it. The spoon, my Esbit stove/fuel, some matches, and a windscreen were all inside my pot, which had two rubber bands keeping the lid on. Then, all of that was in a small sack. That would have been one genius critter to get into all of that, take the spoon, then wrap it all back up and replace it exactly where and how I’d left it.
Actually, I think I know who took it–at least what he looked like, not his name. He was a section hiker who at dinnertime had to borrow someone else’s spoon. So he had motive, and by my leaving my cooking stuff on the table, he had opportunity. I didn’t even notice it missing until the next night when I went to cook dinner up the trail (I eat cold breakfasts usually).
“Skyline”