Fondly referred to as 'Grand Papoo' by some, and as 'that big, burly, bearded
bastard' by others, he is a man of few words. He loves hunting, cigars, moonshine, and a good
ole fist fight any day.
Now he's more than trouble, you see he stand 'bout six foot four. All the Blackwater ladies call him 'Treetop Lover', and all the
men just call him 'Sir'. Once a rattlesnake bit him, and after five days of excruciating pain, the snake finally died. He wrestles bears for
fun.
He once brought a knife to a
gun fight...just to even the odds. No less than twenty-five Mexican folk songs have been written about his beard. He never wears a watch, because
time is always on his side, and your mother probably has a tattoo of his name on her.
