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LAST UPDATED:----------------------->05-02-2007

Well thanks to every one who showed up @ trout camp 2007, it was alot of fun, and if I can be frank for a minute, I am really lucky to have so many friends, Trout Camp is somthing I look forward to every year, and enjoy putting it all together. If it wasn't for all my friends and family it would not be worth doing, and when I say friends I mean I consider everyone that I invite to Trout Camp a friend. Also if it wasn't for my Wife, Mike, Tim, Levi (for the fires) and all my friends I dont think I could do it, well I know I couldn't not do it,  All of you guys and girls go way out of your way for me, and I know its not all for me, I am just trying to express my thanks to everyone, SO FROM ME TO YOU ALL, THANK YOU FOR ANOTHER GREAT YEAR. Hope to see you all next year, I am ready!!!!CoolCoolCool Also for the Virgins that showed up Colton, Andrew, Tony C.  It wasnice to have you.

Stinger

“My daddy, he was somewhere between God and John Wayne.” Hank Williams Jr.

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(b. 1812, d. June 8, 1874)

"You must speak straight so that your words may go as sunlight into our hearts.
Speak Americans.. I will not lie to you; do not lie to me."

Cochise was a tall man, six feet, with broad shoulders and a commanding appearance. He never met a man his equal with a lance, and, like Crazy Horse, was never photographed. They both were buried in secret locations on their homeland.

 

"When I was young I walked all over this country, east and west, and saw no other people than the Apaches. After many summers I walked again and found another race of people had come to take it. How is it?

We were once a large people covering these mountains. We lived well: we were at peace. One day my best friend was seized by an officer of the white men and treacherously killed. At last your soldiers did me a very great wrong, and I and my people went to war with them.

The worst place of all is Apache Pass. There my brother and nephews were murdered. Their bodies were hung up and kept there till they were skeletons. Now Americans and Mexicans kill an Apache on sight. I have retaliated with all my might.

My people have killed Americans and Mexicans and taken their property. Their losses have been greater than mine. I have killed ten white men for every Indian slain, but I know that the whites are many and the Indians are few. Apaches are growing less every day.

Why is it that the Apaches wait to die -- That they carry their lives on their fingernails? They roam over the hills and plains and want the heavens to fall on them. The Apaches were once a great nation; they are now but few, and because of this they want to die and so carry their lives on their fingernails.

I am alone in the world. I want to live in these mountains; I do not want to go to Tularosa. That is a long way off. I have drunk of the waters of the Dragoon Mountains and they have cooled me: I do not want to leave here.

Nobody wants peace more than I do. Why shut me up on a reservation? We will make peace; we will keep it faithfully. But let us go around free as Americans do. Let us go wherever we please."