Yer mean snake eyes, el pato killer. He he pore lil duckies.
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This is part of the adventures of a truly great adventurer / soldier of Fortune. E. Holmdahl.
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In February 1926, Holmdahl was in the Durango mountains not
far from Parral, searching for gold bars with a cousin of Luz
Corral's, one of Pancho Villa's many wives. Probably he was
still looking for either Villa's purported buried treasure or for more
gold hidden by Thomas Urbina. He claimed that he and his com-
panion, Alberto Corral, found the hidden treasure in a cave on the
side of a cliff. With the help of two Indians, they lowered the gold
500 feet to level ground.
As they were loading the twelve-kilogram gold bars into their
automobile, they were accosted by bandits. After facing down the
bandits, who were apparently not very determined, or probably fig-
ured they might wind up suddenly very dead at the hands of this
hard-eyed gringo, Holmdahl said he and Alberto drove to Parral. As
they parked their car in front of their hotel, they were suddenly sur-
rounded by police with drawn guns who arrested them. Within min-
utes they were rudely flung into a cell in the Parral jail.
Soon, Holmdahl related, a crowd of more than 2,000 gathered
in front of the jail screaming for their blood. "I thought we were
going to be lynched," he recalled. After passing a fearful afternoon
and night, the "bewildered" pair were led out into the jail's courtyard
at daybreak and marched to a bullet-pocked wall.
As they stared at a firing squad, they were accused of mutilating
the body of Pancho Villa. They were told they must confess or be
shot on the spot. Holmdahl said, at the time, he thought the whole
episode was a plot to steal their gold, but he replied he didn't know
what they were talking about and stoutly maintained their innocence.
They were only poor prospectors, he maintained. Surprisingly, they
were led back to their cells, but only for the moment. [1] Their arrest
was the beginning of the mystery of the missing head of Pancho
Villa. [2]
Along the Mexican border, legends about Pancho Villa are as
prevalent as cactus in the desert. There are stories of gold buried in
the mountains, and bloody tales of murder, betrayal, and tragedy.
But the most mysterious of all are the tales which ask the question:
"Who cut off the head of Pancho Villa?"
It is not surprising that most of the prime suspects were
Americans. They were part of that wild bunch of adventurers who
served as mercenaries with one or another of the many warlords
who fought it out during the ten years of the Mexican revolution.
Many claim to know who did the horrendous deed, but all their sto-
ries name different culprits. Some versions are burdened with facts
while others are pure fancy.
One must practice thrift on the pack trail you know! 
KIN Good 
they fight like the dickens, and make a hell of racket.Well it didn't take long before the park ranger shows up, he didn't say much just cut my line and told me to be more careful.
so we climb the fence and start picking up golf balls, didn't take long before we were asked to leave, I guess by then it was probably time to go back home, so much in the day of an 8 and 12 year old boy 
