My Nevada brother tells of the day he was talking to his Indian friend (yup- named John), and John was telling of the big muley he'd gotten a day or two before. Season was not open at the time.

"Was that on Indian land?"

John waved his hand from horizon to horizon and in his best Tonto voice said, "Dis aaaaaaalllll 'Injun land' "


The only true cost of having a dog is its death.