Little story. We were quail hunting on a ranch 10 miles west of Falfurrias. We fell into a bottle of Whisky after the hunt and someone decided that the Kings Inn was close. We drank our way over there and had a great dinner. I was sleeping it off in the back seat of the car when we got back to the gate. It was a common gate for our ranch and the KBR aka Brown&Root quail lease. Our headlights alighted two pickups back to back, passing what looked like five pound bags of sugar from one truck to another. One of the trucks was a border patrol truck, and the other was a KBR hunting truck. One of our drunks asked if we could help? Someone from another truck pointed a gun and said, "you'd better get out of here." I called the Feds when I got back home but didn't give them my contact information.
I emailed this link to my neighbor who was in the car. Here was his reply
"Boy do I...I looked down that barrel and I didn't give a crap what they were doing.
Sent from my iPad
On Jan 17, 2016, at 9:32 AM, Bill Oxner wrote.
Hey Bubba, do you remember the trip? Bill
Quail hunting is like walking into, and out of a beautiful painting all day long. Gene Hill