You Just Never KnowClink… clank. I was sitting in my patrol vehicle on an unusually warm December night just inside a gate on a remote piece of federal refuge property on the west side of Willacy County. Clink, clink, clink. There were no houses, barns, hunting camps, or anything of the sort near me. I had watched that area many nights before and had not so much as even seen a vehicle. It was one of those places that, if there was a vehicle out there after 10 o’clock at night during hunting season, chances were that the occupants of ...