The first thing I noticed as we climbed into his pick-up was the rifle rack. "No big deal," I thought, trying to stay calm. It was then that I noticed the revolver on the dashboard. Addi and I had traveled the world safely - we had even been to the Balkans and the Middle East - and never had I been this scared.

As we drove further away from the highway and deeper into his property, panic began to set in. The entire drive James talked about all his different types of guns. Much to his disbelief, Addi and I had never fired a weapon. "You boys are from New York and you don't know how to shoot?!" That was when we struck the deal. He would wear a balloon hat and we would fire his guns. All my fear subsided as I thought, A shot for a shot - what a great compromise.

Throughout Wyoming there is plenty of prairie land. Homesteaders staked this territory at the end of the 1800s. James Curachett is a descendent of one of these homesteaders. We met James after we passed his "house" along I-80. Actually what we passed was a house literally split in two pieces, a few overturned trailers, a dozen or so vehicles in various states of disrepair and some assorted farm animals. At first James refused our offer to wear balloon hat, but instead offered to take us on a tour of his property.

Addi firing James's rifle