I grew up hunting the Owyhees for deer. It was 79 or 80 ( a year or two before the killing) Pogue came into our camp. he was looking for some kid that hadn’t returned to camp and was presumed lost. It was snowing and miserable weather. His questioning was more like an interrogation and we were guilty of something. He wasn’t friendly at all. When he left, I thought….what an a$$ hole.
When I heard that Pogue was killed, I wasn’t too surprised.
