Holy cow! What a week and a half it has been. Since I last blogged, I've been kicked off a plane in Houston, held virtual hostage by Continental Airlines for nearly 13 hours, sprayed with scalding water from a radiator, almost backed over by a pick-up truck, subjected to Mother's Day performing Mariachi bands from midnight until I was awoken to hunt at 3:30 a.m., marched up and down the Sierra Madres, left to sit by a water hole for more than 7 hours, stranded by more than three trucks that suffered either flat tires or blown or broken engines, almost refused entry back into my own country because of some missing paper work, and then caught some incredible cold which even now has refused to release its grip on my throat. But hey, I did get a Gould's!!!!!