Real of Tayopa
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thaks rev, I apreciate it,
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The Border Patrol in the 1950's had about as much or more power as any other agency. it could co anyplace except on ta private, occupied residence.
except there we couln't get a search warrant so we merey went to a judge and were made a temp bullding inspector and could then pick up an illegal maid etc. Now om our territory was the King Ranch, a place that could be called a state. rather than a ranch. We had very very friendly relations, we would enter to check their stock watering tanks for Wets, many of whom were close to death crossing the vast lands of the King ranch, we were credited with saving many lives. Well they had a change of authority, and decided they would show us who was in authority and so when one of our jeeps was checking out a water tank they decided to lock the gate. When our patrol had finnished their work and was ready to leave they found all the access roads chained with large locks. Of course that was easily taken careof, with a couple shoys. They continued replacing locks and we continued shooting them off. This continued for some time, then they commenced becoming friendly again, besides on some of the inner pastures, due to poor maintenance, the separation was by a sagging gate held in place by the locks. After a bit they commenced giving us a huge bunch of keysn, and everything was friendly once more. . They had many expert artesians at the ranch. One of them made my Border Patrol holster. It was of 3/8 steer hide. With this I was able to achieve 1/2 to 3/8 of a second draw and hit a silhouette target at 15 ft. I was also sure of a hit to 4 - 500 yards ( I considdered the mastery of a pistol as a tool of a trade.) It was a Hi-way patrol of one of the early .357 with a fout inch barrel and a Keith long range front sight.
Doc, after years of almost daily posting I am scratching, but I'll try. my friend.
hi peeps, I am reduced to personal nativities to friends. If you don't mind reprints of past stories to friends, here is a typical one. iiI don't know if you met or have Been told about the old Col. from villas group, he headed an Ejido on the road th the dam, " the Divison del Norte". I was walking in the Plaza preparing for my date with 'la Bertie, when I saw the Col sitting on a bench, looking very dejected, so I, thinking to cheer him up a bit, I approached him,and standing very erect, for which I was known to be, then, snapped to attention, gave him my best USAF salute, and said " Teniente Curry a su servicio",then,indicating the Bench, said " permiso a accompar Usted" He slowly unwound , stood up to attention, returned my salute and said "of course Tienente" As usual between veterans, we soon were into war stories. He told me, how on one campaign he had ben shot in the knee. I then told him how I had been hit in the same knee by fragments from a Japanese 20 mm. So without further ado, we promptly pulled up our right pants leg and commenced to compare knees, to the delight of strollers on the Plaza. After a short while he seemed to have regained his spirit , stood up, and bidding "adios" went off to the Palacio. where he easily accomplished his mission this time, I found out that our little interchange had been witnessed by the clerks who were duly impressed that an American officer had acknowledged his rank and so gave him some of the courtesies that his rank deserved, and so listened to him.. Such was life in Old Mexico in the fifties.