It was at this point, north of McAllen, Texas, and overlooking the Rio Grande that we encountered a number of border guards. Apparently the cartels were very active, and some innocent person on a ski-do recently got shot in a case of mistaken identity. My friend Jim once told me a story about a time when he was down here in the same general area some years before. He was sitting in the bushes watching a flatboat come across the Rio Grande loaded with what seemed tt be bales of something or other. A border guy later told him he was lucky to have gotten out of there alive, for if the drug smugglers had seen him, they surely would have shot him!