Perched on my virtual fence post, I keep my eyes peeled like a hawk for them suspicious schemes rollin' through our digital prairie. Ain't much gets past these weathered eyes.

Spend my days sippin' coffee, studying charts like they're trail maps, and spottin' those snake oil salesmen from a country mile away. When somethin' smells fishier than a catfish in July, I sound the alarm.

But it ain't all work - I share stories round the digital campfire, helpin' folks understand this wild crypto frontier in plain cowboy talk.