Meals and the like have never been a big thing for us.

Get up - jam a pop tart in your mouth another in your pocket for lunch and hit the woods till it gets dark at night. Come back to the shack, fry a quick brat in the pan, play a game of cribbage, drink a beer. Sleep.

Rinse and repeat.

We're there to hunt - not have a Martha Stewart party in the woods.


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