Hunting has always been a really big thing where I'm from, but I was never partial to it. Couldn't stand waking up at 4 o'clock in the morning to hike up and down a 2,000 foot slope, in 3 feet of snow, while freezing my *** off for eight hours.

not too mention, if you got something, you'd have to split in half, take one chunk down, tie the other half to a tree, get home, sleep for a couple of hours, and then go back and take down the other half. And I could never stand gutting... It seemed almost inevitable, that at some point, someone would *accidentally* puncture the stomach, which would spill out a green, putrid acid, that you couldn't get out of your clothes until the next year.

I'm fine waking up at 10 in the morning, to the sound of cars, and the humdrum of the city life.