With my crossbow I'm "feeling it" to 75 "all the time".
It's the bolt of death and you don't have to carry a puppet for antelope.
While you are dreaming of fat Native American chicks, purplemotherfuckers and the day a buck might get to the 25 yard line, me and the bolt of death are cutting and wrapping meat and smoking a fattie.
Or plural fatties if I find one who's 'Gina don't smell.
GFY.


Have Dog

Will Travel