Our efforts to observe the apartment of a Bosnian war criminal — the Toad — wanted by the Hague were one-deep and depended solely on the sightings from our tactical reconnaissance teams hiding in woodlands while evading and avoiding goat herds. Sure, we were “gathering intelligence” on the guy, but it was just so… one-dimensional and shallow. We finally entertained a much-needed shift in gears, a shakeout of creativity to get closer to and collect faster on the Toad.

During a spitball session one brother threw this out:

“We’ve got deep pockets, let’s buy the goat herd so we can get rid of them, then move closer and stay longer in persistent stare on the Toad.”

“What in the name of shit do we do with a herd of goats, Bob?”