All these men are gone now and it was a different time than today. Driving through South Texas now and seeing the high fences makes me so sick I physically want to violently discharge my stomach contents. The land owners used their influence to changes the laws in Texas, so if caught today, they can take everything you got and lock you away, for a long time for killing one of their deer. During my time, if caught the fine wouldn’t amount to much, maybe a couple of hundred dollars. The thought of losing your virginity to a game warden or Ranch security by getting caught, was more important to me. I took that as part of the code to be an outlaw hunter. You are going to do it anyway, and none of us ever wanted to get caught, and a man should have pride in what he does. I made a resolution, that there just wasn’t any way them pecker heads were going to outsmart me! I can proudly say that I was the cause of several of them to lose a lot of sleep trying to catch me. Unlike most other outlaws around, I was taught to keep my mouth shut. Too many of them boys that got caught, did so because they ran their mouth about the deer they took. The King, Kennedy, East and some others encompass over 2 million acres where these stories occurred, and that is a
bunch of Texas controlled by a hand full of people. During my tenure, those ranches employed a plethora of suck ass pimps that would rat you out. I was taught to go in quietly, shoot one time only, leave no trace behind, and keep your damned mouth shut! It worked for many years for those who taught me and that was good enough. When I officially became an outlaw hunter, completing the required curriculum and in strict accordance with the laws and code; I went forth and made some stories of my own. We did not condone nor approve of leaving meat in the field. The thought of it alone was foreign and repugnant to our Posse, where buzzards and coyotes are allowed to feed on fresh venison. We killed those bucks for food and entertainment and never left meat in the field. I have had some wall-hangers in my sights and let them walk, because I knew retrieving that animal successfully would be questionable without running the risk of getting caught. Out of all the men I have known that killed a significant number of bucks illegally, there are but a few that were never caught. I am proud to say that I am one of those cherries. The King Ranch and game wardens had their sights set on me for years, pero they never laid a glove on me.