His name was Cochise. He is hidden somewhere, in the Dragoons or in the Chiricahuas, nobody knows. It gives me great pleasure to know that he is still hidden up there. I once named my dog after him. He was a beautiful English Springer Spaniel. This was during the short time I was the manager of the Pine Canyon Methodist Church Camp there. It was one of the worst jobs I have ever had. Imagine having a committee of nice church people for a boss. Every weekend along with over 100 campers I would get a couple of the committee members telling me how the last committee members were all wrong and I should do it this way. It was horrible. My take home was $666.00 per month. That should have told me something! This was in 1978. Long time ago. Now I live and work in Aravaipa Canyon. No committee just me, my beautiful wife and a few thousand acres of wilderness. Life is good.