had pick up on local field , which i previously walked across with a golf club [pw] and about a dozen balls.intending to wait in pub for call n walk back.of course the call was late so as walking back itwas dark so not see balls i lost earlier untill got to midway n thier was truck light illuminating my searh,didnt pay any mind at all just browsing for balls. same time i meet the delivery dude with my 2kg of soap bar[resin]i take carrier bag with the slabs look around and the delivery dude was walking real fast and about 50 yards away,id not noticed becuse still ogling for balls so when i seen him in distance walking like he was training for olympics n then the thick atmosphere of prison dawned as truck turned into a police riot van. fuck that was some rush man,not at all good BUT i kept cool kept swinging my club through long grass ya know playing it off , real close call. in reflection TRUST NO ONE, FRIENDS FAMILY, NO ONE.drop off dude should have signaled but only thought of his own neck we were 30 year pals , school pals. be safe stoners ... hope that makes sence BB