Picking up hitchhikers

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My wifes great grandpa picked up to 2 hitch hikers. They killed him and took his pickup. They were escapees from a prison. In Tennesee in 1984.

Holy --it! For the win! First, sorry that happened to a guy who was no doubt a well intentioned guy trying to be a good person. Second, this is another great example of why not to participate in the practice of picking up hitchhikers. Folks in distress, a possibility after careful analysis, but hitchhikers a hard "No!"

 

[np307]

I try to help whenever I can, within reason and sound judgment. It happened more when we lived in a real small town. Now that we live in a bigger area I don't really run across many people hitchhiking. A few of the memorable ones from back then:

I stopped by the post office to get our mail and a guy asked if I could take him up the road a ways. I knew where the area was so I told him I would run him up there. Along the way he asked if I would stop at the store and let him go get a beer. I told him I could drop him at the store, or I could drop him up the road, but I wouldn't do both. He decided the store was where he wanted to go.

Another time I had just finished hunting and it was a very cold day for our area. I saw a guy walking down the road on my way back and asked if he needed a ride. He said he was walking to town and would appreciate it. It was probably 7-8 miles away. He had me drop him off at a big pecan tree, he was walking all that way to go pickup pecans.

The one that sticks in my mind though was a couple months before my wife and I got married. I was taking a load of stuff down to where we were moving and saw a lady on the side of the highway with a gas can. She was probably in her 50s and Hispanic. I stopped and asked if she needed help and she said yes, she needed someone to take her to the gas station. She got in and between her broken English and my broken Spanish she told me her daughter was in the hospital and she had been visiting her when she ran out of gas. When we got to the gas station I tried to buy her the 3 gallons of gas to fill up the can she had, but she wouldn't take it. On the way back to her car I mentioned I was about to get married and she told me to be thankful that my culture wasn't like hers, because her husband was the one responsible for paying for their wedding. I dropped her back at her car and we went our separate ways.

On the other side of things, I was turkey hunting one day in an area with no cell service. I got back to my car and the tire was flat. I pulled the spare out, and it was also flat. I got my inverter pump out and it died. So I started walking and finally got to a house with somebody home. I knocked on the door and this old man answered. I asked if he had an air compressor and he says "oh yeah, in that shed right there." So I ask if I can use it and he says "won't do no good, it don't work." He asked what I needed and I explained and he said "well hop in the car then, we'll get the tire and head into town." Yelled up the stairs to his wife "I'll be back in a little while, this feller has a flat tire." Off we went, I was able to get the spare inflated so I could get home. Plugged the original tire and bought me a new inflator.

I've pulled a few broken down vehicles into a gas station or a parking lot. That's usually pretty obvious what needs to happen though, not a ton of character guessing that has to take place.

 

[missjordan]

This is an interesting story. About 4 years ago we went shooting in the mountains outside town. Just a quick trip to help a friend with his scope. When we were sitting around chatting we heard something on the road way down below but didn’t think much of it. When we were driving out we came across a wreck where the driver flipped the F-150 off the road. Driver left the flashers on and we got out and walked around the car to make sure nobody was hurt. He was about 400 yards down walking out and wanted a ride. He Said he had another passenger that stayed back with the truck but we never saw anyone. We called 911 back at the vehicle and told him no but they are on their way.

It was F-ing creepy. Never knew what exactly happened and didn’t see him on the jail roster either, but he appeared high or something. Passed 2 sheriffs and i think US Marshals between the wreck and getting to pavement.


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[3forks]

I didn’t know who Mike Judge was until I watch his series on TV called “Tales from the Tour Bus” (highly entertaining - especially if you’re a fan of country music).

Anyway, one episode of the series centered around George Jones, and there was a story about George picking up a hitch hiker:

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[Bigred323]

Only given rides to 2 people.

A fellow hunter that got turned around and ended about 4-5 miles from his truck in 90 degree weather and had no more water. He was already getting light headed so I gave him a ride back.

Other time was while I was living in Missouri. Saw a lady walking with 3 small children along the side of the road in a terrible snow storm. Pulled over to see if she needed help. Could see she was terrified (and bruised up) but she hesitantly took the offer. Gave her a ride to the nearest hotel and helped her out with a room for the night. Never will forget the look on those kid’s faces when they got in the heated truck, all snuggled up to each other, and passed out instantly. Sure hope everything turned out alright for them.

Other than that, I drive by the actual hitch hikers.

 

[Ikmclean]

Normally don't, gave one weirdo a ride one time close to dark mostly to get him 20 miles down the road before he set up camp near the house

 

[Haggin]

I stop for people stranded with vehicles when not hauling horses. If they appear OK and have a charged phone, I help change the tire if they need it (mostly what I see) or move along.

Only stopped once for a hitchhiker. No car for miles that I had drove and he was headed the same way as me. Told him he had to ride in the back under the bed topper (for both of our safety, and I had a bunch of stuff in the cab, and he became belligerent. It was a nice spring day in the low 50s, so I didn't see the harm in it, but he wasn't having it, yelling and calling me an ahole for it. I said fine and went to leave, jerk picked up a rock and threw it at the truck.

Long story short, unless they look like they're having a hard time, I'm not stopping if you're walking on the highway shoulder. I'll call the roadside help number (*55) or the non emergency sheriff or state patrol number and report them. I've also never seen them on the interstate either, they get picked up here pretty quick.