Greene, H. 1989 June 9 (continued) by Bob Krentz (age 64) and his son, Robert. The former in cowboy hat, the latter with strange blue, indistinct eyes and dressed like a mechanic. They were stand-offish at first - referred to my Toyota truck as a "rice rocket" and wanted to know why I didn't "help out the goddamned economy by buying a Chevy!" They've had bad experiences w/ scientists in the past, particularly Peter Wasser and his crew from Purdue, and are clearly skeptical, but also were soon genuinely hospitable in an underemonstrative way. Told us we're welcome anytime, offered me a key to the gate, etc. We talked to them ~30 minutes about drug runners, federal bureaucrats, etc. - all of which they view as threats. We also met the younger son, Phil, whom Robert earlier referred to as "the ready one likely to give you trouble." Bob Krentz enlightened me as to where the "Chisicahua" of older maps was - precisely at the junction of (now) Buckler Canyon Rd. and Hwy 80; it was a railroad "siding" and encompassed a small community, but ~the end of World War II the railroad moved its workers to Douglas and the place disappeared. This makes sense in terms of that old specimen of Sistrurus catenatus from "Chisicahua."