Out for a ride the other night. In the middle of nowhere I stopped for a rest and because it was getting dark I didn't notice an old man climbing out of a ditch. About 70, walking with a cane, wearing a camouflaged hooded top, dragging a dead fox by the legs and what looked like a fucking sniper rifle with scope slung over his back. As he walked away I wanted to remind him about the laws prohibiting killing foxes in the area but then I remembered you don't pick fights with scary old mountain men carrying sniper rifles.
Out for a ride the other night. In the middle of nowhere I stopped for a rest and because it was getting dark I didn't notice an old man climbing out of a ditch. About 70, walking with a cane, wearing a camouflaged hooded top, dragging a dead fox by the legs and what looked like a fucking sniper rifle with scope slung over his back. As he walked away I wanted to remind him about the laws prohibiting killing foxes in the area but then I remembered you don't pick fights with scary old mountain men carrying sniper rifles.