I got the beers lined up. Games ready to go. Hit me up if want to hang.

My gun buddy had to attend to his wife. So I'm here. We were supposed to go shooting :(

It woulda been my first time with a handgun! I've shot a .22 rifle before when I was a young buck with my uncle at his ranch with my brothers.

He owned a little ranch out of civilization.. Pigs.. Goats.. Chickens. Hardly any power to the place. Fuck I miss that.

I actually shit my pants that day.

We were hunting wildbore and my brother had the shotgun and uncle had the shells. (We were kids/little)

Then down the way a bit this huge dark object came across the path.

(Fart noise)

And that's my story of how I shit myself on a hunting trip. Haha