As you can see, on a day like today, it'll take all the training I've self taught myself (?) if I hope to come out of this alive. You may have noticed that I've only got two arrows in my quiver. One is for the kill shot. The other is to split the arrow that delivered the kill just to prove it wasn't a lucky shot. The hat is obviously ugly, but I needed something to keep the hair out of my eyes. It's getting way too long up front. And the last thing anyone wants to hear when you come home empty handed is some lame excuse about how you had the target right in your sights, but a slight breeze blew your unnecessarily long hair into your eyes and you missed. I've heard way too many drunken hunting stories that ended with the old slight breeze hair in my eyes routine. I won't be one of them.
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