OH, SHOOT! 



hill, but after he was dressed, ready to pack 

 out, he was the size of a horse. 



Far be it from me to dispute Salisbury's 

 statement that some Tiburon deer will "dress " 

 four hundred pounds. The head of this one, 

 now that it is mounted, is so heavy I can't get 

 a spike strong enough to hang it on my wall. 



After working another section, where we 

 killed a couple more, we set out to find the 

 Sen village. 



These Sens were once a powerful tribe. 

 Mexican history refers to battles between 

 them and the Yaquis in which as many as ten 

 thousand warriors on each side participated. 

 But the Sen's were defeated; they dwindled 

 and decayed, and were finally pushed off the 

 mainland to this island of ill repute, where the 

 remnants of the tribe now live. In view of 

 their diminishing numbers, we expected to 

 find a village of physical wrecks, a handful of 

 decrepits. But we were mistaken. 



We skirted the island until, with the glasses, 

 we made out a weather-beaten boat drawn up 

 on the shore. Running closer in, we studied 

 the place, but could detect no indication of a 

 village or any sign of life. Salisbury, however, 

 was positive. 



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