This is the way it was told to me.
Sometime around 1977 or 78, a very young Ken Magnuson made his way out to west Texas armed with nothing more than a field guide and Dave Barker's phone number. After a couple of days of no luck (not sure where he had been trying to herp), he calls Dave Barker on the phone for advice. Dave asks him, "Well, where are you now?" - Ken says "some place called Comstock" - Dave says, "see that road running north out of town" Ken says, "Yes", Dave says "hunt up there tonight in the canyons near the River crossing". Ken caught his first alterna that night - his first trip out.
Even luckier - later on the same trip, he made his way to Terlingua and caught a blonde suboc.
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