Dual Sporting

From left to right, Rob and Bob (a father son tag team), Sam and Mike. We're way off in the boonies where that waterfall is that if'n I told you where it was I'd have to kill you. There's already way to many damned real-estate agents showing up and staking out this land way out in the sticks.....I may have to kill one of them. God, that'd feel so good.....take 'em out a knee-cap at a time.

Only thing missing from this one-hundred-ten mile dual-sport fang was the Nubster .