Monday, February 24, 2014
Coyote Of The Human Kind
I'm going to give them credit for one thing, they can drive. You probably know people who transport illegals from Mexico are called coyotes. John's ranch is on the path of back roads from Mexico. When the Border Patrol spots a vehicle loaded with them and gives chase the coyote will plow threw a fence and drive over land he is not familiar with and go as far as he can over as many ranches as he can until the vehicle stops from damage. They all pile out and run. Sometime the illegals get caught but it seems the coyote usually gets away, then the vehicle is reported as stolen so no one has to fix the fence except the rancher or farmer. The coyote already has been paid to transport and the illegals are sent back to Mexico. Today we intended to ride west to some towns to see what is going on there with building from the oil boom. When we got even with the ranch we spot a truck in the bar ditch pointing the wrong direction with a highway patrol in back with it's lights flashing. I pull off and John goes to talk to the Patrolman as we can see the fence is down. John ask who does this truck belong to and they say it was reported stolen. He says and you have another fence to repair. They had driven to the back and went through into the neighboring ranch. We think it is connected to the call last night about the cows out. They just wanted to make sure they didn't get out and they waited until the light of day to call a wrecker since they had to go over cactus, mesquite bushes, ravines and bumps in the dark. We tried to find the manager of the other ranch and couldn't to get back to fix the back fence. It will be a miracle if John doesn't wake up with a flat tire as we drove over and around those things to get as close as we could. Then carried supplies the rest of the way. We are both exhausted tonight and would like to hang a coyote on the court house steps and I don't mean of the animal variety.