Every now and then we'll get a stray vehicle, they're lost or looking for someone out here. I'll go out on the porch with my .45 chambered and behind my back. They never know it's there. I'd tote my double barrel if I could conceal it from them. LOL
When we lived at Wellton, we were the first homestead east of Mexico, 40 miles, but that was nothing for dope smugglers.
The illegals did not scare us, as they had walked 40 miles and often all the way across Mexico, to get a job, work and go home.
I have met more than one vehicle, with one of my mothers big aprons on and a pistol underneath it.
But the oddest of all, I had 2 Samoyed dogs, Frosty was a giant dog and Snowball, well she was the runt, that was why they let me have her, at about 3 weeks old....
People would drive in the yard and refuse to get out of the car, they were afraid of the dogs.
If they only knew that the dogs did not know what the fancy commands meant, that I was prone to whisper to them out loud.
Or that the most evil things they ever did, was keep wearing out the front seat in the dune buggy, while that sat on it, LOL, both of them, all day and all night, waiting for it to move and take them for a ride in the desert.
You would look out the window and swear it was 2 humans sitting there, praying for some movement.
They were children’s dogs, knew to stop and what no meant.
Snowball could talk/communicate, Frosty could say Hallooo and almost manage ‘howdy’.
We had been to town shopping all day, [40 miles to Yuma] and to get to our place needed to cross over the main canal.
There were cars all over the place all kinds of activity, at the canal bridge.
We went on home and while I did the putting away of supplies, Bill went to feed the livestock.
He came in and said to me “Honey, I think someone has been here and Snowball is attempting to tell me something, so I will take the gun and go for a walk”...
He is looking every place, empty old cars, pens that were not being used and going further afield as he circled, and found nothing, but Snowball did not give up, she kept him going in circles, until he found a little 3 year old boy, standing in the middle of the desert, crying, this at midnight.
He was good with kids, they loved him, the next thing I know he is in my kitchen, saying call the cops, we don’t know this kid and Snowball is grinning with joy.
Bill found him at the edge of our property, where we did not go, as it was full of ground hog tunnels and they stayed full of
coontail and sidewinder rattlesnakes, he was in the middle of the snake den.
Friends of ours were part of our unit for search and rescue, Mac and Harry were on on hands and knees, crawling the mile from the canal, looking for the boy.
He had gone on a weekend fishing trip, with an aunt and uncle and their children, he thought he was in bed with the other kids and she thought he was with his uncle, fishing.
He had been drawn towards our place, as we had a big street light installed, so we would be able to see the snakes at night.
He was already on the bombing range and would have been lost to us, plus there were cougars, fox and coyotes out there, that we knew of, having seen them.
[I talk too much...sorry about that]