my hunting buddy and I left our mountain early this winter to hunt some parks,"down the hill".We dont really have a clue which are cool and which are sketchy,only a list made from google earth.We were killing it at a small neighborhood park when I see a couple iffy lookin guys walking straight toward me.They started demanding anything I found as this was their park.Like a fool I was trying to debate idiots.
From behind them my buddy is coming up fast.He had his lesche in hand and went off on them.caleed those guys every name in the book.I'm the big guy and he is the pitbull.I was actually laughing at those creeps,they changed their mind and we split.
we look into a new area alot closer now.I'm really skilled at messing with the normal buisy body types and dont really mind,they are a kind of sport to me.If you could hear the fake language I have you would bust a nut.Then there is my happy face when some fool wants to bring me down.Huge smile,giggling and speed talking thank you thank you.Even my buddy has lost it hearing that one.
Mostly we hunt in our forest and never see anyone,but I miss playing with the wierdos