2 years ago a good buddy from WA drove over to hunt with me and another friend in MT. He's that friend who is ALWAYS high on life, like I've never seen him even remotely close to not having a blast while outdoors. He drove 9 hours overnight to be at camp the next AM, no food, no sleep. We ask him if he wants to catch a few Z's before hunting...he's offended we even asked...
"my momma didn't raise no b!@$^!"

- he softly exclaims while pounding a Monster
We go hunt, he on his own, me and the other buddy teamed up. We shot a couple deer and were packing out when we hear a suppressed shot in the direction that our solo buddy was, then the most ear splitting rebel yell type "YEEEEEE YEEEEEEE" I have ever, and will ever hear.
Got a text, "BUCK DOWN!". We eventually catch up with the wild man and he's on cloud 9, figuring he must have killed a good one....it was a spike and he was so amped about "STEEEEAAAAAKS" you'd have thought it was a 170.
A few of the many reasons we love hunting with our buddy DT, dude is insane.
"my momma didn't raise no b!@$^!"
We go hunt, he on his own, me and the other buddy teamed up. We shot a couple deer and were packing out when we hear a suppressed shot in the direction that our solo buddy was, then the most ear splitting rebel yell type "YEEEEEE YEEEEEEE" I have ever, and will ever hear.
Got a text, "BUCK DOWN!". We eventually catch up with the wild man and he's on cloud 9, figuring he must have killed a good one....it was a spike and he was so amped about "STEEEEAAAAAKS" you'd have thought it was a 170.
A few of the many reasons we love hunting with our buddy DT, dude is insane.