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first time I read this, thought you said "killers like Bundy and Casey"

What altitude? My last Jan. Coues hunt was at 6000'and colder and wetter than a brass witch's nipple.

Didn't mean to 'crap' on your post, but... Let me know if you come across ant winter rye grass, planting on Tuesday. Better late than never.

Well if you're just gonna make horse poop then never mind. I'm not gonna, that's the horses job

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Got any rye?

No tracks?

Y'all on fire. Glad you guys cut em loose to get bigger too.

where exactly do her grandparents live? If you're familiar at all with Deming, that big brick mansion you can see just south of I-10, is the Baker Mansion. The old folks lived there twice over the years.

I'll take that generator

Sweet ride. Friend of mine recently bought a '68 1/2 ton with a rare factory 396. I helped him strip it completely down to the frame for restore. At least your ta ta listened and got that truck to you. Mine had promised me his '59 Apache Fleetside then sold it to a ranchhand instead! My second choice was a '57 Nomad 3 door with factory 283. But he installed headers and my pop said it was too hotrod. Ended up with a '59 Ford F100, 292 and 3 on the tree. I put headers and Cherry Bombs on it to pizz off Daddy-o

Figured if I was going to use the boy for bear bait only fair to teach him to shoot first. Jk

What does it profit a man to steal an RZR but lose his soul?

Well done and great pictures.

the road to Deming was best for us, about 70 miles round trip. They had a Western Auto and a brick of .22s was $2-$3 As the ranch mechanized, the old wagons were parked literally in the back 40. The wagons graveyard was a few hundred yards from the human graveyard. Contained a couple slow gunfighter's, a little girl and her father killed by the Apache Victorio.

It's a '70 C10 and 4 speed, ran like a raped ape. Would love to have it back. No ac, no heater, no radio, never left me stranded once and I took it on some hairy drives. Here was my '67 327/4spd. The old lady thought we was on our honeymoon; a pack ride thru the Santa Ritas, but I was scouting for coues.

My grandparents lived west of Ft Bayard and south of Silver City. I had a place between Pie Town and Datil near Horse Mtn. I bought a section of the Thomas Ranch when it was divided up. My wells were drilled by a fellow out of Quemado. Don't recall his name but his brother in law was a water witch and made me a believer.

my folks settled in Tucson after the Japs surrendered. They had both been raised in the severe sticks. I grew up in Tucson but quality time was in NM. My parents started putting me on the bus to NM every holiday and vacation from the mid 60's till I graduated hs.

That's my boy, Shawn he was 5 or 6 then. My dad snapped the picture with a Kodak Land camera we were near Big Lake. Big Lake was about half way between my place in Datil NM and dads cabin in Show Low. After the pistol lesson, dad whisked the boy off to Hawley for trout fishing and hiking.

Knew how to care for God's creatures.. Grandpa bottle feeding an orphan mulie, FT Bayard NM 1970.

Mulie got what's comin to em. The nerve out struttin round outta season! Same hunter looks for Ford mechanic under escort services.

Was it on a bend of the Agua Fria? Sounds like East Fort.

The old model 88 Winchester has been knocking down Coues, antelope and javelina since my parents moved to AZ in the 50's. Lord knows how many rounds later, no matter how much I scrub the bore, 2nd and third rounds are flyers. Is the barrel shot out, bedding issues, scope worn out? Handed the rifle over to MulePackHunter for some bore measurements when he goes all out and rebedded the barrel, scrubs and laps the bore and fits new scope and mounts on it. Say whaaaa? Here's the results before scope adjustments, three rounds at 100 yards. Thanks Mike

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