Al Hansen
Well-known member
I was busy doing my thing this past week.
The trees that I am allowed to cut are tamerisk or popularly known around here as Salt Cedar. The trees in the picture, when alive, consume up to 200 gallons of water "Per Day". That is why they, the gov't, tried to kill them (spraying) so the trees won't decimate our ground water table.
This is my buddy and protector----Chili. She is always willing to share my lunch with me, by the way.
A typical look at the "jungle". Darn near impassible unless you want to crawl on your hands and knees and then you must contend with critters like western diamondback rattlesnakes. I tried crawling just once until I saw a dead rattler on the road.
I was feeling mighty good until I saw these tracks on our way out. I measured them and they are 4 1/2 inches across. I would have given anything to see this cat. One of my goals is to try and take pictures of mountain lions. I still can remember the morning while hunting the Rio that I heard one scream. That was about a third of a mile from where these pictures were taken.
Now whenever Chili barks and I follow her stare into the thicket----I am always wondering.
Al

The trees that I am allowed to cut are tamerisk or popularly known around here as Salt Cedar. The trees in the picture, when alive, consume up to 200 gallons of water "Per Day". That is why they, the gov't, tried to kill them (spraying) so the trees won't decimate our ground water table.

This is my buddy and protector----Chili. She is always willing to share my lunch with me, by the way.

A typical look at the "jungle". Darn near impassible unless you want to crawl on your hands and knees and then you must contend with critters like western diamondback rattlesnakes. I tried crawling just once until I saw a dead rattler on the road.

I was feeling mighty good until I saw these tracks on our way out. I measured them and they are 4 1/2 inches across. I would have given anything to see this cat. One of my goals is to try and take pictures of mountain lions. I still can remember the morning while hunting the Rio that I heard one scream. That was about a third of a mile from where these pictures were taken.
Now whenever Chili barks and I follow her stare into the thicket----I am always wondering.
Al

