Seriously... Used to hunt an Native Reservation in Yuma. Right on the border. The Colorado river. Most the time it was dry. Last of it carried off by a canal into Mexico.
Couldn't believe how anal the Border Patrol could get. After all. I had permission of the Tribe to be on their reservation to hunt doves. They just had to see Julie, immediately. Geesh! ... I was just basically letting her run around. Trying to rehabilitate her injured leg. While I rehabilitated my broken foot. Don't need no dog for doves.
I did a delivery at a drywall factory in Texas. Forget the town. Do remember it was supposed to be the Quail Hunting capital of Tx.
So nice when you get down there. Just wide open. No more feeling the burden of all the anal idiot people.