Ronnie and I were explorers, adventurers, hunters, and mountain men—at least in our own minds. Our "mountains" were just hills, but to us, they were uncharted territory. Almost every summer day, we set out into the hills, convinced we were the first to step foot in certain places.
"Do you think anyone’s ever been here before?" one of us would ask.
"I think we’re the first," the other would answer, even though we both knew we were actually on Diamond Bar Ranch land.
In the beginning, our main pursuit was hunting lizards—there were plenty of them. Lizards are creatures of habit, always sunning themselves in the same spots. We got to know them so well that we even gave them names.
As the seasons changed, so did our adventures. During tarantula migration, we could easily catch them. Trapdoor spiders became another challenge. We even built homemade field traps—tin cans with attached mouse traps—to catch mice. And with a little ingenuity, we made wire cages to hold live mice as bait for catching snakes.
But the real thrill wasn’t in what we caught—it was the adventure itself. The excitement of finding new places, the anticipation of what lay ahead, and the feeling that we were the only ones daring enough to go there.
Would you love to hear more of these childhood misadventures?
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