You’re sleepy? Look here, you bandits. The day starts at 5.
And so it did, starting with day one. By the time the sun was rising, there we were, on the way to somewhere in Texas to hunt hogs. We passed through Gustine, Blanket, Brownwood, San Angelo and weren’t too far from Mexico.
|Switch on, Bandits|
“So whaddya do if you meet an illegal alien, kids?” Moment of silence and then, “Send him up to the Mother Ship?” Another moment of silence, “Well, I’d give them a meal and a beer. Then maybe I’d build a wall.”
|If You Meet The Buddha on The Road…|
We set up up camp and got after the pigs. That meant climbing up into stands and scouting trails, and the result?
Therein lies another tale.