Idaho's newest gang wants to keep your soul pureby any means necessary
By Fraut Stub
BOISE, MARCH 4, 2006--"Dere's dis old joke that goes, 'Why do you always take two Mormons if you go fishing?'" whispers the young, dark-haired man hiding behind a large patch of sagebrush. He and I are lying facedown on a hillside overlooking the fairway of a golf course. It's cold outside, but we're both warm inside our desert-colored army surplus fatigues. He squints through a pair of cheap binoculars while I wait for the answer to his riddle. Somewhere nearby, a rock chuck chatters angrily in our direction.
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