Some years ago (like 30 or so), a friend of mine and I were sitting in his parents' house down in El Centro, CA. We were a little bored, as there's not too much to do down there, and he asks me "Hey, you want to go down to the border and shoot illegals as they come across?"
I was much younger at the time, and still pretty wet behind the ears. I replied "What? Have you ever done that?"
And my friend says "Well, no. I haven't done it. But my dad has talked about it." And just then, as if on cue, my friend's father walks in to the room.
So I asked his father "Hey, uhh... Have you ever gone to the border and shot illegals as they come across?"
His father stopped, and shared a quick glance with his son before replying "Uhh... Well, it's a big desert... And, a lot of things happen out there most people wouldn't know about. I can't say really whether or not I've done any of that, but it sure does happen. And it happens a lot."
And after that little bit of conversation, my friend's father suggested we load up my truck with a bunch of his guns and go camping in the desert. As it happened, we decided to go north and wound up in the Chocolate Mountains (and there was a small incident with a military helicopter), but we had a really good time. Very worth the experience.
And my friend's father was absolutely right: It is a big big desert out there, and you might see an odd thing or two.
Some years ago (like 30 or so), a friend of mine and I were sitting in his parents' house down in El Centro, CA. We were a little bored, as there's not too much to do down there, and he asks me "Hey, you want to go down to the border and shoot illegals as they come across?"
I was much younger at the time, and still pretty wet behind the ears. I replied "What? Have you ever done that?"
And my friend says "Well, no. I haven't done it. But my dad has talked about it." And just then, as if on cue, my friend's father walks in to the room.
So I asked his father "Hey, uhh... Have you ever gone to the border and shot illegals as they come across?"
His father stopped, and shared a quick glance with his son before replying "Uhh... Well, it's a big desert... And, a lot of things happen out there most people wouldn't know about. I can't say really whether or not I've done any of that, but it sure does happen. And it happens a lot."
And after that little bit of conversation, my friend's father suggested we load up my truck with a bunch of his guns and go camping in the desert. As it happened, we decided to go north and wound up in the Chocolate Mountains (and there was a small incident with a military helicopter), but we had a really good time. Very worth the experience.
And my friend's father was absolutely right: It is a big big desert out there, and you might see an odd thing or two.
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