A Bad Omen: The Militant Canadian – Part 2

As told in the previous post, the trail of the thief ended that morning in front of a high fenced, gringo laden RV park in the middle of nowhere. We were greeted by the owner, a white haired old guy with a gold chain, a billfish tournament t-shirt, and a Tecate Light...

A Bad Omen: Footprints Of A Thief – Part 1

I used to track animals quite often back in Montana. I would track deer for the pragmatic necessity of the hunt. I would track weasels for the opportunity to hone an archaic and esoteric skill. I would track mountain lions for the adrenalin. On April 1st, I tracked a...