Fact is my Hitler Jungen was from Idaho. My farrier, a good Mormon boy used to razz me about wolves and wanting to shoot one. I countered by proffering a sack of Idaho Russets to pay for the trimms so as to avoid cocaine contaminated California money. One year during the Elk season his truck broke down here and he rented a station wagon for the trip home. They went to the spot his family has frequented for 3 generations and parked. They returned to find all the lights smashed out and KALIFORNIKATORS GO HOME scratched in the windshield. One of the perpetrators managed to drop his wallet. Dave retrieved it, opened it and read a high school football teammember's name <img src="/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" /> It supposedly 'got western' at the local tavern. One thing about Mormon Families, they seem to outnumber gentiles for able hands and fists <img src="/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />