A Houma man who was last seen entering Academy suddenly surfaced three days later with little to no memory of the past 72 hours.

Stan Domangue had an hour to kill after work. He vaguely recalls stopping in to price some camping gear, but everything after melted into a hazy fog.

He Explains:

I remember looking at tents. Then suddenly, I found myself trying on boots. Then I moved on to the rifles or maybe it was the kayaks? Look man, I’m not sure. It was all a haze. All I know is I woke up inside a giant Yeti ice chest with boxing gloves on my hands and some spinner baits in my pockets. Later, I discovered a receipt in my wallet for 20 gauge shotgun shells, but I don’t even own a 20 gauge. Or maybe I do now. I just can’t be sure of anything. All I know is I’m not going back in there without a chaperon.