August 22nd, 2033
This morning I met up with a surly old coot who goes by the name of Bagman Crowe. Yeah, his name is Bagman, least that’s what he calls himself. He’s seventy years old if he’s a day and he’s been living up here in the Pyramid Lake area for most of his adult life. And, when I say the Pyramid Lake area, I’m talking about the great outdoors. Bagman’s been living in the hills, rain or shine, hot or cold, day and night, for over forty-five years. He’s abrasive, crude and unapologetic, but he’s also a straight shooter who knows the area like the back of his hand and isn’t afraid of mixing it up with the Threak.
I think we’ll get along just fine.