Camping. My pop took me a lot when I was a kid. He was a bit of a survivalist if not a complete idiot. Pretty much the only reason I've been keeping myself afloat for this long I guess. He was also kind of paranoid about a lotta weird shit, but I guess in the end it ended up counting for something?

[Not that he ever thought that this would be how those skills would have ever helped.]

Never got this far into survival shit though... Kinda weird to think we all have'ta start hunting for our food if we wanna keep alert.

Anyway, I was here first so maybe you go out there? Then I'll sneak around the front? You're right in the fact that standing here like chumps ain't doing anything for us.