We have an excerpt from our favorite Chupacabra Hunter.
EXCERPT: HARQUEHALA MOUNTAINS, 1996
The truck smelled chronically of gasoline fumes and you had to reconcile yourself to the uncomfortable fact that the gas tank was positioned vertically directly behind your car seat. But since it had no air-conditioning, the choice of whether or not to enjoy AC and be asphyxiated, or be sweating hot and be able to breath, was already made for you. Beyond these otherwise incidental shortcomings, the truck proved invaluable to our gold prospecting ventures. The absence of the weight of the truck bed, combined with it’s 460 V-8 engine, soon gave the copper-hued Dodge it’s nickname of the ‘Frog Hopper’. Now, this may sound somewhat insulting, but you have to understand that this was intended as a compliment, as this truck could literally hop over significant boulders and the other rough terrains that only the most dedicated desert travelers ever experience. There was many a time the Frog Hopper jumped us out of a treacherous wash, a thick sand pit, or over generally unidentifiable gravel laden dirt paths best described as a mountain goat trail. Looking back now, we probably had no business being that far into the remote Arizona desert as many times as we went, with or without the trusty pickup truck. (To be continued.)