you should have done what a friend did in Italy. couldn't have a firearm so he threw rocks at them, a true hunter to the bone.
while he was there he called me on my cell phone and a fried and myself was out in the desert. i was talking to him when all of a sudden i told him to hold on i had a hugh jackrabbit in my sights. i shot and he heard a loud whop. i could tell from his voice his heart just sank because he couldn't be there hunting with us.
later we told him i didn't shoot a jack but a large cactus just to mess with him. after isn't that what friends are for.
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