No sight nor sound of the Javelinas From Hell for the past two nights. Not sure why. Kathy bought ammonia which they are supposed to hate. She spread it at all their entry points. We'll see. I have a hunch they'll blow right by that stuff when they want to. By the way, how voracious are they? Here's what they did to a barrel cactus in our front yard:
I'm telling you, those little Biebers will eat anything.
Meanwhile, spent all day with Robert Ray finishing a six-page Classic Gunfight that deals with the last ride of Kid Curry. More than a few never-been published photos appear. Had a lot of help from Mike Bell in England who knows his stuff. Going to be a strong one.
My cousin, Tap Lou Duncan-Weir, sent me some great photos of her kin, including this photo of Tap Duncan. He does appear to resemble the dead robber of the Parachute train.
You ain't seen nothin' yet.
"Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat."
—Teddy Roosevelt
