Most of my hunting experiences has been in tree stands. I’ve never called deer.
I’m normally not at a loss of words but I am a little taken aback by what you’re wearing; it’s a little different.
This is a way you can learn about someone through very stressful situations. That is when a person is either gonna shine or falter.
That’s a bust your ass shot through and through.
We can navigate by looking at ant mounds.
I see smoke, smoke means fire, fire means people, people means we get the hell out of here.
This is the first time I’ve done something like this and I’m really hoping this will work.
That’s a huge part foul man; that’s just not cool.
It’s a game changer, not a game ender.
His first instinct was to help me, not sit like a deer in headlights, I now know that Matt isn’t one to panic.
At the top of my list for terrain that I hate navigating through, it is definitely the mangrove.
Apparently Matts been busier than a centipede at a toe counting contest.
This is like being in the super bowl. It’s first down, you’re on the one yard line, You either make a touchdown or you’re hosed.
Putting us in risk is just plain stupid.
I think every minute you’re in a situation like this, your clock is ticking.
Mother Nature is a relentless ruthless killer. She don’t give a damn if you get home to your family.
All this is, is a nine hundred dollar hammer.
Dude, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.
Altitude sickness is gonna put the screws on you.
Three fires is the international distress signal.
Yet again, Matt pulled another rabbit out of his hat and got a fire for us.