A few years ago we had 8-10 LEO’s following the crik 50’ from my back door. A couple of guys hanging Christmas lights on a house had watched one walk up the crik bottom and disappear into the cattail swamp. Last year one of our neighbors, coming home from the late shift at the hospital, watched one cross the road in front of her. They are here in the suburbs of Omaha, but seem well behaved enough…


“My horn is full and my pouch is stocked with ball and patch. There is a new, sharp flint in my lock and my rifle and I are ready. It is sighted true and my eyes can still aim.”
Kaywoodie