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Hey buddy, what the hell is going on? Are we still friends?

Don’t forget to remind the new owners that I’ve got an open invitation crash in the tree house.

When Flave puts on the camo Speedo, I'm fugging out of here.

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With a head that big I didn’t realize you were such a pussy.
Parting gifts

Hows about some pictures of things all packed and ready to go.

I want to see this empty garage...

'flave

you're gonna hafta start using the vernacular when you arrive..........................might as well get with it.

Geno

PS I hear iguana tastes pretty dang good, maybe like .........................pheasant.

Great pics of your family and Montana 😎

The sun is not your friend, especially it you’re a White man. When ya get down to the sub- tropics ditch the gimme caps and get some real hats, and all them lightweight nylon fishing shirts (UPF 50) come with long sleeves for a reason.

The standard Peace Corps advice was ya gotta give a place at least a year before you can judge it.

If it sucks, remember, there’s always South Texas.

Great pics of your family and Montana 😎

The sun is not your friend, especially it you’re a White man. When ya get down to the sub- tropics ditch the gimme caps and get some real hats, and all them lightweight nylon fishing shirts (UPF 50) come with long sleeves for a reason.

The standard Peace Corps advice was ya gotta give a place at least a year before you can judge it.

If it sucks, remember, there’s always South Texas.

All kidding aside; this is seriously good advice. The sub-tropical sun down there will fry you, and especially your kids, in such a short time you won't believe it, even on cloudy days. The effects will last a lifetime. Most of the time I spent down there was long before the days of sunscreen and my shoulders are a mess.

If you don't want to spend your golden years being periodically skinned alive by your dermatologist, slather on the strongest SPF goop you can find every time you go out. Big hats and SPF shirts are a good idea too.

I find your lack of faith disturbing.

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Clark

Hey, shrap. I never did seal the deal on one of those horses but remember the shot I made on this black bear?

Sam,

I'm super drunk and need to get to sleep but I wanted to relay a story to you before I pass out. So if I may...

I took a load of schit I don't need (and one dog) to the Will Creek dump yesterday. This dump is not far from one of my all time favorite gopher spots so I thought I would stop in and thank them for the ten years of hospitality they've granted since I moved here. After the dump drop I make the long drive up the driveway and I was welcomed by about 30 born-n-raised Hi-Liners staring at me like the idiot that I am. They're covered in dirt and smell like burnt cow hair. Yep. Branding day. And I'm the ass-hole in basketball shorts and flip-flops driving a 1980 Boyota. Jesus Fugkin' Christ. I got balls but exiting the vehicle whilst that Busch Light drinking crew stared right through me kinda made me uncomfortable. They of course are all wearing the Wranglers they painted on that morning and hats that convey they actually work for a living.

Thank the fugkin' Lord I knew one guy in the crowd but he took no mercy on me. Didn't say schit. So I called him out by name. "Hi Bobby!" "Hey Travis" was his reply but in a fugk you I like seeing you uncomfortable kinda way. I tell him and another guy I just stopped by to tell the landowner I was moving and just wanted to thank him for letting me shoot on his place all these years. But of course, if you really wanted to thank a guy you'd be helping brand, right? Holy schit I felt like an ass-hole.

So long story short, I end up finding the landowner and thank him for all his years of hospitality. He was beyond smashed and replied "Who the fugk are you?" It was awful. Absolutely awful. One of the most awkward moments you could imagine. The guy standing next to him told me to just come back and talk to him later. I explained I was moving to Florida and his reply was "What the fugk you gonna do in Florida?" Awful. Horrendous. Most awkward encounter you could imagine.

One rancher took pity on me as I was walking away and said "Don't feel bad. He wouldn't even know who I am if I said hello right now."

That made me feel slightly better as I drove on down the road.



Travis

Hey, shrap. I never did seal the deal on one of those horses but remember the shot I made on this black bear?

Shouldn't you be sealing up boxes instead of hanging around the fire?

I heard black bear was good eating...