Sunday, May 11, 2014

Did Roy Rogers Work for the BLM?


 People all over the world have exciting images of the American West. It all began in the fifteenth century with the arrival of the Spanish vaqueros in the southwestern portion of what is now the United States. The vaquero gradually evolved into the American cowboy. The word cowboy conjures up visions of the open range, cattle towns, trail drives, and a way of life that has been rich in tradition but constantly challenged from the time of its beginning through the present day. Ranching is a way of life that has been threatened by Indians, westward expansion, droughts, and more recently by environmental groups funded by well intentioned citizens who live in urban areas. The leaders of groups such as The Nature Conservancy think that the federal government revoke the grazing rights granted to ranchers on land previously seized for public domain to form our national parks and wilderness areas. If successful, these groups could effect more change in the long heritage of ranching than did the advent of barbed wire fences. The ranchers and the environmentalists have equally good intentions for use of the remaining unpopulated areas in our country. Unfortunately the two groups are so culturally different that there is an apprehension on both sides that prevents meaningful communication.


  Keeping with the spirit of Manifest Destiny easterners began moving out west shortly after the Mexican American War. Investors from foreign countries, especially the British Isles, recognized the investment potential of open range ranching. All that was needed to become a “cattle baron” was enough capitol to buy some cattle, build some primitive structures, and hire a few hungry cow hands. It wasn’t even necessary to buy large tracts of land as long as water rights could be procured. There were no fences so the cattle wandered the range and grazed the plains in the warm months then went up to the high country in the winter. When spring time arrived the cattle were brought down to gaze the flat lands before being shipped to market.
  Montague Stevens, one of several Englishman who moved to southwestern New Mexico after graduating from Cambridge, wrote in his memoir, “The tall gamma grass swayed in the wind like waves on the sea”. In a ten year period, 1883 to 1893, the ratio of cattle per acre declined from one head per acre to one head per ten acres. The disappearance of that much plant life also made the land more susceptible to erosion and arroyos started to appear where once there were wagon trails.
 Another major challenge that had to be dealt with was sporadic Indian raids. Not all tribes were hostile but the ones that were cast a cloud of uneasiness over pioneers of the western range. The raiding parties were sometimes after more than cattle. Women and children were also taken. The US Army established forts on the frontier in an attempt to suppress the Indians who were eventually taken to reservations.
 After the Civil War new laws were imposed upon western ranchers by the U.S. Government. Farmers were beginning to use barbed wire fences to keep cattle off their crops. New regulations were put into place which subdivided land into “sections”, 640 acre tracts, and quarter sections. Ranchers were no longer able to use land by acquisition of the water rights alone. They were required to start homesteading in order to have legal rights to the land. The principles of land ownership came into being as deeds were issued and records began to be kept. Trail drives, which had been the accepted way of moving cattle from Mexico and Texas to ranges in western states, became impossible. The days of the open range ended and ranches took on the form of businesses dedicated to the enterprise of  raising beef cattle to feed help feed a nation of meat lovers.
 An important part of a cow hand or sheep herder’s job was to protect their animals from predators. Coyotes, wolves and bears were shot and trapped to near extinction. The opinion held by the stock men was that varmints and livestock could not coexist. The buffalo were gone and now native carnivores were threatened by the same fate. Concerned citizens started to realize that something had to change before more wild animals were wiped out for the sake of what some called progress.
 In 1902 President Theodore Roosevelt, a bold environmentalist of the Industrial Age, established the first national park at Crater Lake, Oregon. Another early environmentalist and former hunter was Aldo Leopold whose nature book, A Sand County Almanac written in 1949, received national attention. More and more land was set aside by the government to preserve forests and wildlife. Ranchers, however, were permitted to lease grazing rights within the boundaries of the federally owned and managed property.
After WWII the US Army began taking land from individuals and establishing large military bases and missile testing areas. One of the ranchers, John Prather, who owned 108 sections on the Otero Mesa of New Mexico, refused to leave his home despite the Army’s orders to do so. Another pioneer of the environmentalist movement, Edward Abbey, fashioned his novel Fire on the Mountain after the story of Prather’s stand off with the military. In 1975 Abbey wrote The Monkey Wrench Gang, which is soon to be a motion picture. This was the first popular novel that dealt with rebellion against “techno-industrial” society. The book depicts four people who band together to form an Eco-terrorist gang. The gang attempts to stop construction of dams, roads and bridges by sabotaging the projects and the heavy equipment being used by the construction crews. Abbey inspired some with his bold anarchist attitude and spoke at environmentalist rallies
 The organization, Earth First emerged in the Southwestern United States in 1975. It was the first recognized radical environmental advocacy group in the country. It wasn’t a coincidence that their logo was a drawing of a monkey wrench and a tomahawk. (See illustration).
 The idea of rebellious behavior wasn’t appealing to a lot of people who recognized the fragility of our ecosystems. There was a need for the formation of groups that would do something for millions who were concerned for the future of our planet. Today there are scores of organizations that accept donations and have programs to put volunteers to work on projects meant to help the worthy cause of conservation. Like any other organization, environmentalist groups can become more like large, bureaucratic, non-profit businesses with highly paid executives. Examination of the larger companies reveals that a disturbingly small amount of the donations collected go directly to the cause that donors want to support.
 The largest environmental group, in terms of dollars, is The Nature Conservancy (TNC). Like all non-profit organizations, TNC reports its assets yearly on IRS Form 990. Their reported assets on IRS Form 990 are $5,636,393,924.00; income; $1,398,742,000.00 and the top executive pay $349,373.00. An organization with that much money can be a powerful voice in government or in legal battles.
 The modern rancher is also concerned about the environment. Technology has improved the tools available for the large corporate cattle businesses as well as the small family owned ranches. To many ranching families, being good stewards of the land that they own and of the federal lands their cattle use for grazing, is part of a rich heritage that as been handed down for generations. However, some of the smaller ranchers fear that the large, donation based environmentalist organizations want to put them out of business.
 In the 1970’s the first notable advocacy group for the rights of western farmers and ranchers was formed.  The Sagebrush Rebellion focused on persuading the federal government to give more control of Western land back to the states. With control returned to the state level the people of the land felt that they would have a stronger voice in determining the future of the land that provided their livelihood. In 1981 Ronald Reagan joined the Sage Brush Rebellion and worked to cut spending for research on energy conservation and renewable energy resources. Conversation groups used there powers to lobby against cut backs on projects that they had worked hard to put into place.
 Many issues have been debated by the groups of conflicting interests in the West but the most emotionally charged issue is the treatment of wolves. The reintroduction of the gray wolf was so successful in Wyoming and Montana that this year these two states started issuing permits to hunt and kill wolves. In eastern Arizona and southwestern New Mexico the reintroduction of the Mexican gray wolf is not going well. Ranchers and concerned citizens have formed groups to justify the killing wolves that threaten livestock and children. In Catron County, New Mexico Graphic signs have been erected that depict pets and livestock that were killed or maimed by wolf attacks. At the same time the wolf supporters have offered rewards up to $50,000.00 for information leading to the arrest and conviction of anyone who kills a wolf.
 The biggest factor that divides the factions in the wolf controversy is difference in culture. The conservationists, who don’t live near the wolves, are outraged by the fact that anyone would want to harm the beautiful lobos. The ranchers who killed them off in the first place contend that the conservationists don’t understand how destructive a few wolves can be. Suggestions have been made that the folks that sympathize with the wolves should take a few home with them. When mistrust and differences of opinion reach the point where communication ceases, minds close and hostility begins. This holds true for many important issues that divide America today.
 All of us who choose to have a voice in the controversies plaguing or county need to set our sights on compromise and unity rather than defeat of the folks on the other side of the arguments. Hopefully we will soon see through our petty differences and learn recognize the greed that motivates the leaders of the some large organizations. We need to remember that we all have good intentions and, because of cultural differences, a concerted effort needs to be made to develop common a language that is free from offensive cliches and name calling. If each side says, “Things will be alright when the other side agrees with our side” then the intellectual quagmire will deepen and thicken. We need to reassess the long accepted practice of blindly throwing money at organizations that may be deceiving us by their appeals to our emotions. It is almost as if donating money has become a penance for the guilt that has been put upon us by a handful of zealots who are more devoted to personal gain than their purported desire for morally correct solutions. If we resolve that mediators are needed then we need to become the mediators. We need to be ready to accept compromise so that peaceful solutions between agrarian and urban agendas can be reached. Such harmony is difficult and will take a concerted effort but it is necessary for the survival of our natural heritage.
 One seemingly insurmountable obstacles in ever reaching any any kind of rational agreement on the use western land is the fact  it is owned by the BLM (aka US government). Our only chance would be if somebody like Roy Rogers ran the BLM and would kick out all the villainous government goons and turn it over to the virtuous ranchers.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Hunting Near Hamilton



 This year, after not hunting for a couple years, I bought back in on the deer lease near Hamilton. It’s just now getting cool enough for me to go down there and, just from the two times I’ve been, I can tell I made the right decision. It is a great place to get away from town and be close to nature.
 Almost six years have passed since we first leased this place and there have been a lot of changes. The farmer has cut trees and planted more fields; the fences have been moved around or removed; but the biggest changes have been caused by an invasion of feral hogs. The little devils have nearly exterminated the wild turkeys by eating their eggs and the deer are scarcer. I really don’t care about killing deer and turkey any more, but I do want to get rid of some of those pigs. Mostly though, I just want to walk around in the day and spend some cool nights camped out.
 
Hogs have already started tearing up the new oat crop.


 Last Monday I took the photo above that shows the new oat crop with a big wallow where the hogs have already started tearing up the field. I went home Tuesday night and returned Wednesday to find the farmer plowing the oats under. When I asked him why he was plowing it under he just told me he had planted the wrong kind of seeds and would have to replant. By late afternoon that beautiful green field was plowed sandy loam.
 I went to a place where I had seen the most obvious signs of pig activity and poured out a bag of corn then watched until after dark. It is legal to hunt varmints and hogs after dark with a light. Several deer came to the field and seemed bewildered by the fact the greenery was gone. They just walked around in the dirt picking at the few green sprigs that were left. After dark a half dozen pigs showed up and ran off the deer. I took a shot using a light with a red lens, but missed.
 There are three other guys hunting with me on 425 acres. Even with the large, cultivated field with no trees or cover, we have found 100 acres per hunter is enough area for safe and enjoyable outdoor fun. We rarely see each other when we are hunting because we have designated areas we hunt. There are also lots of times when I go during the week and have the whole place to myself.
OCT. 29, 2013
Deer season opens this coming Saturday;  the first Saturday in November. The weather is usually too warm for hunting in Texas in November. The mosquitoes and other bugs are still swarming. The snakes are looking for a place to spend the winter and are more active than any other time of the year. Winter comes suddenly in Texas. Fall lasts about a day then it comes and goes but never stays long. One day the wind will swing around to the north and a blast of cold air will dispatch the summer pests and put a chill in the air for a week or so then the sun will be back a couple of days. Before the end of November the first frost will come, the leaves will fall and winter sets in and we get the coldest temperatures in February.
 Deer season in our area ends in mid January and there is no closed season on feral hogs or exotic game. There are quite a few high fenced areas across the state where non-native animals are raised for "canned" hunts. There's no sport to paying big bucks to shoot something like a captive fallow deer. However, it is kind of fun when one of those African critters gets out of its fence and strolls in front of your rifle sights. They are not protected by hunting regulations and some are very tasty.
 I learned to hunt in New Mexico, so I realize a lot of people who read this will be a little confused by the hunting techniques and laws in Texas. For example, comfortable stands to sit in, large capacity feeders with automatic timers and trail cameras are very popular. Below are some samples taken by one of the cameras set up on the west side of our lease.


 The cameras are activated by a motion sensor and at night they use infrared and render black and white photos. As you can see, there's at least one nice buck visiting Chris' feeder. He looks like a four year old that has been getting plenty of protein in his diet.

Friday Nov. 1, 2013 (One day before deer season opens)

 I made it to the lease around 3:00 and the other three guys were already there. I made a quick run over to one of the feeders to fill it with corn and set up my new trail camera. I have decided to go ahead and use a feeder and camera this ear to try and learn a little more about the habits of the feral hogs and the game animal. Besides, I think some of the pictures will be pretty cool.
This picture of a little doe is one of the first I've taken with a game camera. She definitely noticed something out of place when she saw the camera strapped to a tree.
 Friday evening John, the newest member of our hunting party, cooked four huge steaks and a skillet full of potatoes, onions and mushrooms. It was a feast. Welcome to the group John.
 The evening before the hunting season starts is traditionally spent visiting, telling stories, eating and drinking. There's nothing quite like a party around a campfire in the middle of nowhere.

Opening morning, Saturday Nov 2, 2013

 The alarms went off two hours before dawn and everyone made it to their blinds and waited for the sun to come up. The early morning darkness is filled with the sounds of owls, whippoorwills, and coyotes. There had been only a sliver of a moon that night so, when the sun came up, there was lots of activity. All of us saw deer and they were all running and chasing one another. It is just about time for the rut and the big bucks are busy choosing their mates and fighting off young bucks that want to get in on some of the action. The deer are absolutely crazy this time of year an fun to watch.
 Nobody fired a shot the first three days. We are not hunting for meat this early because it is best to wait until the weather is cold. There are at least four trophy size bucks on our lease.

Dec.18, 2013
 I can't believe I let so much time pass before going back to check on my camera and feeder. I had around five hundred photos that included a coyote, bobcat, raccoons, squirrels, wild pigs, and yes, even deer. Below is a sampling. I think the one that shows an ear and part of a head is a curious bobcat. As he climbed the tree to investigate something new, the motion sensor activated the camera and just got the top of the critters head.





The deer all disappeared when the bob cat showed up.
Notice the time stamp is one minute before the one on the picture of the bobcat's hear above.
 Before I went home this time I unfastened one of the panels that keep the pigs out. I hope next time I check on this feeder I'll have pictures of pigs inside the pen. The time stamps may help me determine some kind of pattern so I can be there at the right time to shoot some pigs. THE END

 Here it is May and this lease has proven to be both the most expensive and the most disappointing I've ever been involved with. I actually started to delete the entire entry but decide to leave it just because there are some interesting photos.







Friday, October 18, 2013

Support the Vigilantes?

Ever since I was a boy growing up in El Paso I’ve wondered why Uncle Sam stands with his back to the Rio Grande, ignoring Mexico, and hands out billions of dollars in aid to countries on the other side of the world. Maybe the graft and corruption in the Mexican government prevents any help from reaching the people who need it.  There has to be a link between El Distrito Federal and the cartels.
Finally, vigilante opposition is making a difference in some of the smaller towns. In a country with strict gun control laws, desperate citizens are finding a way to get their hands on enough firepower to make a stand. Don’t be surprised if Eric Holder tries to claim credit for arming the good guys through “Fast and Furious”.
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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Return to the Florida Keys

  Unimpressed by their first encounter with Key West, Spanish explorers named the place Cayo Hueso or Bone Island because the beach was strewn with the human bones bleached by the tropical sun. Later, people who migrated to the island, mostly from Cuba, discovered that Key West had a solid base of calcified lime stone formed from dead coral reefs. On this strong footing they built a town.

 After the failure of the Cuban Patriots to over throw Spanish rule in 1868,  more Cubans made the ninety mile trip, on anything that would float, to relocate to Key West. The community continued to grow and today the island is one of the most popular tourist destinations in the world.


 Hwy. 1 begins at "mile marker zero" in Key West, the southernmost point in the US, and connects a one hundred mile stretch of forty three islands to Florida's mainland. The first time I visited the Keys, most of my time was spent driving up and down the chain of beautiful islands, exploring some awesome places, and fishing the amazingly clear waters. Please see Still Fishing in the Florida Keys.

  Fortunately, last week I got to spend time getting to know my way around Key West. I think anyone who has been to this 2 mile by 4 mile island will agree it feels like a step back in time; an anachronism. It takes a while for a new-comer to realize he isn’t having déjà vu.

View from the deck of the house where we stayed at Cudjoe Key
 Don't think oddities, like the Gypsy Chickens that roam the streets are  illusions. They are as much a part of everyday life as they were a hundred years ago in most rural villages. Before cock fighting was outlawed in 1970, many of the Cubans who lived here had dozens of game chickens in their back yards. Haitian immigrants were simple people whho raised gardens and kept a variety of chickens for eggs, meat and Voodoo.  By the mid seventies, many of the islands natives began to be displaced by businesses that catered to tourists. The game roosters bred with the laying hens and the poultry population exploded. Like so many other things from the past, the chickens weren’t disturbed. They were there before the tourists so they have squatter’s rights and strutting rights.
Hurricane Kate: Voodoo meteorologist.

 Progress has been slow out on the southern most point in the US. For example, those of us who have been spoiled by air conditioning will notice the shops, bars and restaurants have nothing more than ceiling fans to stir the sultry air. The constant sea breeze makes standing outside in the shade more comfortable than being indoors. Everyone dresses accordingly, so shorts and sandals are fine. Shirts are optional. Lots of cyclists just wear bathing suits.

 Earnest Hemingway’s home is a great place to start your visit. The tour guides do a great job of linking the features of the property to the history and culture of the island. When in Key West, Hemingway wrote from 6:00 AM until noon, went fishing after lunch, then spent the evenings drinking at Sloppy Joe’s, or some other bar, until closing time. This tradition is still alive and well and must be followed by anyone that spends the night on the island.
Waterspout provided by Hurricane Kate.


 Around the turn of the twentieth century there were over 200 cigar factories here. Cuban workers produced over one hundred million handmade cigars each year. Machines now make most cigars in the US, but a few customer cigar shops can still be found. Maybe Ric Ocasek and his wife Paulina Porizkova were in town shopping for cigars when I saw them at a sidewalk cafe on Duval Street. On second thought; Ric looks a bit frail and old to be tempting fate by messing with tobacco.

Don't know these people. Just thought the marker was cool.
The Straits of Florida is a ninety mile wide seaway between Key West and Cuba. Due to the prevailing winds and ocean currents, the Straights became the preferred route for captains of sailing ships that carried folks and stuff back and forth from Spain. That was back when Spanish imperialists were enslaving and robbing American Indians of their gold, silver and anything else they wanted. Several times the Straits collected a heavy toll when jagged reefs and rocks along the channel ripped open the hulls of treasure laden vessels. The best known discovery and salvage of sunken treasure was made by Mel Fisher in 1985. Fisher harvested an estimated $450 million bounty from the wreck of the Nuestra Senora de Atocha which went down in a hurricane in 1622.
 
Don't step on the iguanas.
In the early 1900s Henry Flagler constructed a railroad to connect mainland Florida the Keys. This made Key West closer to the Panama Canal than any other US port. The line was dubbed The Overseas Railroad. In 1935 a hurricane ruined the railway and it was abandoned. When automobile travel became popular the bridges and other structures left from the railroad were used for the foundation of High 1 which is also known as The Overseas Highway.

The best part of my trip wasn’t the sea food, Key West museums or sightseeing. I must admit, the best  was spending time with my friends; Bill and Kathleen Key, and the renowned artist and
Drawing of Overseas Railway in old Russian magazine.
photographer, Antonio Rodriquez.

Please take a few moments and look at the pictures . If you have any questions contact Hurricane Kate. She usually shows up at the Green Parrot Saloon around 3:00 AM with her snake and bag of tricks.

Thanks,

Dennis

Señor Rodriquez resumes filming after consuming four pounds of shrimp and eight beers.

Bill and Kathleen Key
When I was watching a man cleaning fish and feeding the nearby scavengers, I decided to make a short video. When I finished, a boy, about 10 years old walked up. I asked if he had ever seen such big tarpon. He said, "Yeah, I caught a six and a half foot one today". Then, his dad and their guide walked up and confirmed the story. They estimated the weight at 150 pounds.