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Cruising the Insurgent Pocket

I had hoped to have this little post up in time for my anniversary.  August 25th marked ten years that I have been going to the border to “do work.”.  As usual the business of every day life got the best of me and I’m a couple of days late.

I recently returned from the Jade Helm “insurgent pocket.”  The borderlands of  sunny southern Califailure.


I had wondered if there would be any show of military might in this area so brightly highlighted in red on the map. I rolled through Campo to the end of Forrest Gate where it dead ends into the border fence as I had countless times before and saw no sign of anyone at first.

Campo LZ

At this point one can go east or west.  East is Campo BP station’s territory and west is El Cajon’s.  I turned to the west.  Below Patriot Point I encountered a BP K9 agent and chatted with him briefly.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  He asked me what I was doing and I replied that I was just rolling the road for old times sake as I had done for ten years.  I told him I would probably only go as far as Zuellner’s High Point and maybe just sit a spell and take in the scenery.  We waved me on and I continued to the step grade at the Couch Trail that drops off down to the first “tank trap.”  There I stopped on the crest of the hill and binoed the area where I had startled two would-be trespassers only a few weeks before.

All at once I was surprised by lights and sirens and the sliding sounds of slamming brakes in the gravely dirt border road behind me.  Two BP vehicles were right on my bumper.  I waved and rolled down to the bottom of the hill, then put both my hands in plain sight on the steering wheel as they exited their vehicle. One agent  came up to the driver’s side while two other agents walked up to my passenger side.  Then the K9 agent rolled up as well.

They took my driver’s license, insurance, asked about my weapons, my gear, why I was there, what I was doing, etc. One agent asked me repeatedly if I was military.  I told them they must all be new in these parts because the old-timers all know me and my vehicle.  Then the K9 agent, still in his truck with his dog, informed me that my license plate was coming back as a different vehicle.

I don’t know if he was trying to get a rise out of me but I remained calm, if not a little amused at the whole incident.  I asked him what plate he ran and then politely corrected him. He had left off a letter, or at least pretended to and when I corrected him it came back clean.  I told him things must be mighty slow on the El Cajon side of things and it was then they informed me they were all Campo agents! They had crossed the imaginary line in pursuit of me and again I said things must be mighty slow, but I appreciated them doing their job so efficiently.  I said I would be disappointed if they had seen what they thought was a suspicious vehicle and not stopped it.

I added, “I hope there are no illegals coming across right now while you are focused on me.” (Surely that was not their intent..)

I been flagged down and briefly questioned many times in all my many excursions to the border but never had three trucks, four agents and a dog stop me with lights and sirens and full check of papers.  Had I been Jade Helmed?

Then an even more amusing though crossed my mind.

Perhaps the Agents thought they were being tested and I was part of Jade Helm. Who Jade Helmed who?

No matter.  I rolled to Zuellners High Point and back and as I was heading out I met the K9 agent again.  He was back at Patriot Point and I asked him what his Dog’s name was then asked him if he had ever seen the rabies tag on the fence post up there.  He had not.


I showed him Hot Shot‘s old dog tag and we swapped stories about our faithful K9 companions.  Then I was on my way.

But I’ll be back. To the Insurgent Pocket…

Semper Vigilans,



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July 23- In Memoriam

Robert W. Rosas, Jr.

Holiday Travel and Border Update:18-27DEC09

On Thursday, July 23, 2009, Border Patrol Agent Robert W. Rosas, of the Campo, California Border Patrol Station was murdered while performing his duties.

Agent Rosas was responding to suspicious activity in an area notorious for alien and drug smuggling when he was shot and killed by unidentified assailants. The murder occurred in a remote border area near Campo, California.

Agent Robert W. Rosas, Jr. began his career with the Border Patrol when he entered on duty May 22, 2006, as a member of the 621st Session of the Border Patrol Academy. He had been assigned to the Campo Border Patrol Station since his graduation from the Academy. Agent Rosas was 30 years old at the time of his death, and he leaves behind a wife and two children.

Robert W. Rosas Jr. Memorial Foundation

Border Patrol Foundation

SUMMER 2015- Old Fashioned Update and Editorial

Needless to say it has been quite a while since updating this blog. And rightly so. For while I am still out there on the border regularly any episodes which would be interesting are no longer safe to post and those that are safe are probably not interesting…you get the picture. Or at least you’ll get the pictures below, interesting or not.

Others reasons for a lack of posted updates is the tedious day to day business of trying to make ends meet as the age of Obama drags on.  And when not trying to make a living I spend hours scouring the web trying to collect and aggregate all the border security related news items in one spot on my “all border news” site  which only a handful of people bother to visit. Even so updating the news site keeps me out of trouble for the most part and very well informed.

What little spare time I have is spent training, shooting and conditioning and helping others get prepared.

Training new shooter

So updating this blog obviously has not been a priority of late.  I figure the general public might find it interesting and maybe even informative but will likely never see it.  And the old minutemen and border operators  of days gone by have seen it all before. They have been there and done that as have I. So why bother?

Well it’s in my blood and I just can’t stop probing the nation’s southern frontier.  Finding the holes and and connecting the dots.  I reckon I’ll keep doing it until the border is secure or I die.  I suspect the latter will come first. Until then I’ll continue to roll with my buddy Beast and post the pics we take of the beautiful desert southwest in what was once the land of the free and the home of the brave.


I rolled slowly west past the couch trail towards the 241. The sun was just starting to set and the only agent I had seen just waved as he sped past me down Forrest Gate toward Campo and shift change. It seemed I was the only soul from La Gloria Canyon to the 241, or so I thought.

As I stopped perched above the steep “engage 4×4” grade eastbound just west of the couch trailing viewed the beautiful scenery beyond some movement caught my eye. About two hundred yards south of the “tank trap” two men in Mexico were moving quickly north toward the border road.  They were right about at the left-hand edge of the photo below but ducked down and disappeared into the brush before I could snap a picture of them.

Tank trap below couch trail 6:15

It felt like old times….

I rolled to the base of the 241 ( for those of you unfamiliar with the area its the hill you see in the distance) to the G road and up past the area we called the donut hole to a spot across from the 5 Star on the fence.  There my truck could not be seen from the tank trap so I exited the cab with only my binos and my pistol, just like I did my first time join the line almost ten years ago.  I crouched in the bushes and laid in wait but the two men never came across.  About twenty minutes later what I assumed to be the next shift of Border Patrol agents arrived and I informed them of what I had seen then headed back to the old bunkhouse.

The next morning  my buddy, and veteran of many a border operation, Beast arrived and we immediately set off  east on yet another recon and intel gathering excursion.  Drawn by force of habit we first, of course, had to roll the border road in the old AO just like we had so many times before.

Camo Border

Then we headed east to the Yuha where many miles of border are lined only with vehicle barrier (what we call “tank trap”) which obviously is no obstacle for humans who want to cross on foot.

Yuha Border

Or, I suppose one could just walk around the barrier where it ends at the foot of the mountain.

Yuma-I8 Trip with Beast June 2015 yuha lineBut the area was well  patrolled with agents and there were cameras too.  The desert in the summer is probably the most formidable obstacle to overcome.

Yet and still, to the south of this area of the Yuha desert and observation post in Mexico could be seen overlooking the line.

Mexican Yuha Observation Point 6:15

But of course there are those who cater to the would-be invaders and littered throughout this area are many illegal alien watering stations.  I quit counting  them around thirty.

Yuha llegal alien water station

Each with a fresh case of water inside

Yuha Water

We travelled a bit further to the east then turned south on Brockman road where the All American Canal adds extra difficulty to illegal crossings.

Brockman road border

All along this area of the border signs were posted with what nowadays seems to be an outmoded, unpopular, old fashioned and ignored concept:

No trespassing

I’m surprised someone has claimed that sign is offensive and demanded they all be taken down.

A little further on we monitored a Mexican walking on the south side of the fence while he monitored us walking on the north.

Brockman rd MexicanNext we pressed on to the Yuma border. I had been there on several occasions many years before and was always quite impressed. I wanted to show Beast, who was armed with a new camera, how well they had that area locked down. Yuma is a model for the country.  Those who say the border can’t be secured need only look to Yuma. Granted, on privately owned stretches of the Rio Grande it would not be as easy but it can be done.  It is only the spineless Republicans and traitorous, open border Democrats that prevent this from happening.

For several miles east of the San Luis, Arizona Port of Entry (POE) they have the original Vietnam era landing mat fence, then a heavily patrolled border road.

Yuma fence 2 6:15

Yuma fence 3 6:15

Immediately north of the fence and first border road is a newer, taller and more formidable  metal fence  and a high chain link/barbed fence with its own and equally patrolled adjacent border road.

Yuma Fence 1 6:15

Then a canal, a barbed wire “game fence” and finally yet another auxiliary road. A few miles east the infrastructure is reduced to a tall solid metal fence.

Yuma fence 4 6:15

And the entire from the POE east to the 198 and beyond is monitored with cameras


The 198 monument was an area I had looked at on Google earth while searching for new places to “do work”- possibly be of assistance to the agents in the area.

Yuma 198 GoogleEarth_Image

We spoke with several agents and one was particularly helpful.  I told him I had seen an area that I estimated to be fifteen or so miles east where the border fence stopped abruptly due to what looked like a small mountain range.  I had also notice the Mexican highway runs east and west directly adjacent to the border and there were what appeared to be structures on the south side too.  On paper it looked like a perfect place to set up for overwatch but the agent assured us that they had the situation there well at hand, with plenty of manpower and cameras.  We also inquired if they were catching any and he said they still get one or two trying to cross.  He chuckled and said they had recently bought two OTMs  trying to cross right where we were headed. He was both amusemed and annoyed and couldn’t figure out why the Guatemalens had tried to enter through the desert when, with Obama at the helm all they had to do was walk into any POE and ask for asylum! Then he directed us to the above destination so we could have a look for ourselves.  On the way we stopped to watch a Mexican military highway check point.

Mex checkpoint

Mex Military checkpoint 1 6:15

Mex Military checkpoint 2 6:15

We finally made it to the break in the line and what I thought to be a small mountain range was little more than a cluster of rocky hills with a monument on top.

198From this monument  both the view to the west

Looking west from 198And the view to the east are equally bleak

Lookin east from 198We had asked the agents if we could turn north from the monument and rejoin El Camino Diablo, a trail we had travelled a few weeks prior, and  a subject later on in the post, but he advised against it.

So we headed out, took the first road north, past Yuma Prison and settled in at a Circle K where we replenished our ice and celebrated Juneteenth in the hot cab of the truck with leftover Popeyes fried chicken and ice cold red soda water.

Juneteenth 2015

Then we rejoined the I-8 east and headed for Gila Bend.  We checked the mile makers east of there in an area notorious for drug smuggling but found very little sign.  It was getting late so we  did the old “set up and net up” south of the highway. It was a beautiful Arizona evening with little activity except for one interesting incident.  Around 2200 I was looking northeast toward the highway when I thought I saw a flashlight moving along the northside of the westbound lane.  Before I could draw Beast’s attention to it it disappeared.  I remember commenting I had not been sleep deprived long enough to already start seeing things.  About half an hour later, looking in the same general area Beast observed what appeared to be an infrared beacon flashing.  Neither one of us could seen it with the naked eye but with night vision it was quite pronounced.  We did a radio check then I armed up and began hiking to the area of the mysterious light.  About halfway there I radioed to Beast that it was a vehicle that the light was a turn indicator from a car pulled off in the bushes on the north side of the westbound lanes in the same area where I had seen the flashlight.  I inched up nearly parallel to it and as soon as I was directly across from the vehicle it sped out of there.  Coincidence?

The rest of the night was uneventful with the exception of me inadvertently taking a knee in an ant bed and having a few black ants make a midnight snack out of my calves……

The sun came up to reveal a typically beautiful desert morning.

Desert Dawn

Beast on duty

That morning we headed down to Ajo to the eastern end of the El Camino Del Diablo.  I had it in my mind for some reason that we had missed a part of it when we explored it a month prior.

Entering at Bates well we talked to an agent who directed us to a little known jeep trail skirting the edge of the Organ Pipe National Monument boundary.

High Intensity Enforcement

The road and area looked promising and seemed as if we could take the trail  all the way east back to the 85.  But suddenly we came upon a wash and the trail we travelled turned into wash as well.  We got out and walked it awhile to ascertain if we should try to press forward, with no comms or cell signal, and decided against it.

The fauna was not amused at our presence there.

Big Jack

And even the flora seemed to agree that we should stop and go back.

Signalling Saguaro?

And so we turned around and headed out the way we came.  Hit the 85 north to the 8 and headed east back to Yuma.  One of the agents there we had spoken with the day before had said we should check out the area by the river so that was our destination.  But not before we stopped at Sprague’s of course.

We were hoping we could set up by the river west of Yuma and possibly be extra eyes and ears for the agents in one of the spots below the damn where there is little or no fence.  I even entertained the idea of combining two of my favorite pastimes; watching the border and fishing.  But upon arrival we found that true to form the Yuma agents had the area locked down.  Above the Morelos Dam the river serves as the first barrier, then a heavily patrolled road, then a canal, then another patrol road.

River road canal road

Below the damn there is marsh, tank trap and the canal with roads on either side of it.

Yuma canal and tank trap

Morelos dam

Mexico A Morelos

Morelos Statue

As soon as we hit the first border road the agents descended on us, as well they should.  I’d be disappointed if they didn’t and told them so.  We shot the shit with some of BP’s finest and when I asked if they were catching any they responded, “We’re getting one or two now and then.”  We took lots of photos.  Beast even managed to get a shot of Yuma Sector’s new patrol boat as it raced up and down the short stretch of the Colorado there.  Those guys looked like they were having too much fun.  I about half expected to see them break out the skis.

Yumas new boat

Then we headed back to Campo, CA to unwind.

The next day, while our illustrious Commander-In Chief vacationed in Palm Springs,

6-2015 Yuma-I8 Trip obama

we rolled the border road in our old AO yet again.

Tank Trap

another hole We spoke with several agents and when asked how busy it was they all replied with the same answer we had heard from Yuma to Ajo and back.  Illegals were crossing in singles and pairs.  The consensus was the invaders had changed tactics.  Last years “surge” had drawn too much bad publicity.  They were now only coming across in very small groups or one at a time.  It draws less attention. And as the old saying goes, “He who travels fastest goes alone.  While rolling east on the single lane side of the Cap Rock we had to stop behind an agent.  He told us a pair of illegals had just bolted over the fence and across the vineyard to a waiting car  and got away. This in the all too familiar area which is the shortest distance between the border and Hwy 94.  Just prior to that as we rolled east past Tecate  agents had captured a small family unit right about where the fence ends of course

Yuma-I8 Trip Family unit caught

So its now a constant, steady drip  rather than a flood. Indications are the old “ranchita” across from the 241 we all kept an eye on years ago commonly has upwards of 60 illegals staged in it but the coyotes only allow them to cross in ones and twos.  I reckon it was two of them I spotted when I first pulled up on the couch trail two days before.

On the way out we stopped to pay our respects to Agent Robert Rosas who was stalked and assassinated six years ago on July 23 and to water the tree planted in his honor.


Then we headed back to the ranch to gear up, run, train and shoot

Training 2Training 1During breaks we reviewed what we’d seen and heard and discussed the prior trip to El Camino del Diablo.

I had always wanted to investigate the old road of the devil and thought perhaps it might provide some new places to do work. So in May Beast and I headed to Wellton, AZ to drop down and join the El Camino del Diablo.  But not before stopping at the Marine Corps Air Station in Yuma.  The area we would be traveling requires permits to be obtained and releases of liability to be signed.

Barry Goldwater sign

From Wellton we headed south and found the El Camino Del Diablo and headed east

El Camino Del Diablo sign

El Camino del Diablo

Above was one of the good stretches of road

El Camino Del Diablo 2

El Camino del Diablo 3

The photos above are sections where we could travel with relative ease.  Other sections required 4×4 and several times Beast had to get out and spot for me.

Cabeza Prieta sign

We rolled past  Camp Grip and Camp Boundary on rutted trails that are certainly impassable at various times of the year.   On one section the old Vietnam area landing mat used for border fence in so many places was utilized as road surface.

Landing mat road

del diablo structureTu Madre

Rattlesnake del diabloAll in all a pretty inhospitable area that lives up to it’s name.  I guess we didn’t need to worry though……

Rescue BeaconIt took us a full seven hours to travel 107 miles.  We finally made it to the 85 then stopped, suited up and spent the night on the east side of the highway in another area well know for drug trafficking. We noted no activity that night but two days later there was a shoot out between rival cartels a few miles north of where we camped.

Gila Bend shooting

That morning we gassed up in Ajo and headed home.

Ajo muralI don’t know what else to say.  Our beautiful country is in trouble folks.  We are dangerously close to the point of no return.

Are you part of the problem or part of the solution?

We, the People are the rightful masters of both Congress and the courts —not to overthrow the Constitution, but to overthrow men who pervert the Constitution.’’—Abraham Lincoln

When do we draw the line?

And as if it isn’t bad enough that our own elected officials seem bent on the destruction  of our Constitution they assist others to enter and reside in our country who hate our way of life even more!
When do we rise up and say “Enough!”
Will be a vigilante or are you a negligente?
Well anyway, I hope you like the photos.  Most of them were shot by Beast on his new Nikon D3200 and edited  by me on an iMac with iPhoto and a little help in the field from an old Dell laptop with a card reader.

Thank you for taking the time to visit this site. For links to all the border related news please visit

God Bless You and May God Bless the United States of America
Semper Vigilans,
I'll Be Back
 I’ll be back….

Viking’s Memorial

Viking’s Memorial Potluck: Saturday, July 25th- For details contact

Viking was a friend who loved to see others happy! He was always ready for a movie, or just to hang out and shoot the breeze. He loved his documentaries, history. He was a patriot and a gun advocate.  He was a pro sports fisherman, and loved building models.  His dog Isabella was his best buddy and brought him much joy.

The Lord has brought special people in to our lives and Viking was one of those. We were blessed to have him with us as a part of our family. Come join us to honor, remember, and share your memories of Viking at this special potluck picnic.


RIP Viking



Finally found the time to work out some bugs at my border news site- . There is a new email subscription link on the left side column:

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There is also a new Twitter feed feature that posts to Twitter each time a new border news link is posted at

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Thank you for your patience and support for all these years.  An old fashioned pictorial border update will be posted very soon.  Until then, for all the border news is one spot please visit, bookmark and spread the word about CHARLIEUNO.COM

Semper Vigilans,


I think we need to read it and maybe declare it again… God Bless America

IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.–Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.
He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.
He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.
He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.
He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.
He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.
He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:
For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:
For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences
For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.
He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.
He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.
He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.
He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

Viking Heads to Valhalla

This just in from FN9:
To All,
I was informed this afternoon that Dave Shelton (Viking) passed away Friday evening, June 5, 2015.  I received a call from his landlord in Cottonwood, AZ that he had listed my name to be notified if something happened to him.  I had spoken with Viking on May 26.  At that time he told me he had just been released from the hospital again, this last time due to complications from a colonoscopy.  His health had been poor for awhile as we all knew.
Viking had spent a number of years doing  border watch with most of us, at one time or another, on the CA border around Campo.  While his physical abilities were limited, his dedication was not.  His heart, his will and his commitment to the cause pushed him further than his body allowed. His last ‘border activity’ was the AZ Highway 8 event 2 years ago June 15 weekend.  Many of you were there and also experienced the harsh conditions and 117 F temps.  It took a toll on Viking and he realized his border op days were over.  He spent the rest of his free time fishing in the AZ mountains and spoiling Isabella.  Viking adopted Isabella, a Chihuahua,about a year ago and she became his best friend and family. Because of his love for Isabella, he also joined a local online community for Chihuahua owners, the Chihuahua Club and made a few friends there.
Dave’s only biological family is a brother that he wasn’t close with and spoke with only a few times a year.  Apparently, they were polar opposites—politically, ideology, personalities, interests etc.  His brother was notified and has been making arrangements.  Viking is to be cremated with no church services.  However, his brother has agreed to allow his friends in nearby Clarkdale to hold a Memorial BBQ Picnic (Dave LOVED BBQs) at a nearby park in July.  The date has not been set yet but I am to be notified and will pass it on. After the BBQ, his ashes will be taken up the mountain and spread around his favorite fishing area.
Rest In Peace Viking Dave !

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