As the day progressed Rosco had just about given up but instructed Amos to make a pass near the shores of Hazzard Swamp on the way home. Upon spotting part of the orange hood through the branches Rosco couldn't believe his luck. "Khee Khee, I love it, I love it!" He keyed up his CB microphone. "Enos, are you still at Turtle Creek Road and Highway 128?' Enos "Uh, do I still have to hush?" Rosco "Not if you want to keep your job." Enos "Then I'm still here sheriff!" Rosco "What's your 20 Zack?" Zack "I'm on County 27 near Possum Pass." Rosco "How 'bout you Wilbur?" Wilbur "I'm sitting here in the pick-up with Homer Sneed just off Jimson Lane near the old grits mill." Rosco "Did you boys bring your shotguns Wilbur?" Wilbur "Uh, yes sir but that Jeff Gordon seems like a purrty nice feller. Yer not gonna make me shoot him are ya Rosco?" Rosco "He ain't no nice feller Wilbur. He tried to murder an officer of the law and he needs to be in jail...but I don't want ya shooting him. The guns are so he knows you're serious. Now I want all three of you hired guns to start toward the south end of Hazzard Swamp and wait for me there. Enos, run over to Amos's airstrip and pick me up."