Suddenly the thought of being quarry in a lame-ass “canned hunt” doesn’t seem so terribly bad, huh? *
* Completely sarcastic. If you can’t manage to actually “hunt,” and accept the responsibility of endangering yourself or possibly failing (oh, not, not that! Me Big-Game Hunter!), you shouldn’t be out there. Go and shoot a package of weenies at the Safeway deli counter, you moron.
Yes, I hope Mark Trail punches the crap out of Frank and his cronies. I’d be even happier if Frank’s wife Beth punches the crap out of Frank.
In the meantime:
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