Happy Hunting Page #3

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I promise not to

drink anymore.

- Lay down with dogs,

you get up with fleas.

- Look at me!

I'm not going to

make it!

No one does!

- Bob! Bob! Look at

your poor folks.

Look what you've

done to them.

People are sick of

your sh*t!

All right, all right.

I'd like to introduce you to

this year's hunters.

First up, know him,

love him,

probably buy your

beer from him.

Here for his twelfth

consecutive year,

my main man,

don Lincoln!

Next up, I've known these

three hell raisers

since before they

could crawl.

And they were as mean

then as they are now,

the wakowskis!

And finally,

a real success story,

and one of the

nicest guys around.

Steve Patterson, hunting with

his lovely wife, Cheryl.

All right now let's cut

these boys loose.

- Get the f*** out of

my way!

Get out of my way!

- Seeing as the only one

of you who's

familiar with this

whole situation,

running like

a bat out of hell,

may I suggest you

follow suit.

Somebody get me a drink!

- Need to have a sporting

chance, bud.

There's a light at the

end of the tunnel.

I found it,

and you can too.

- All right!

- Woo!

- Come on!

It's probably horse

tranquilizers and LSD

but what the f***, right?

Slow it down.

We got a head start.

Now we should run.

- Stop! Stop!

I know what to do.

Just hold on,

i know what to do.

- Looks like first blood

goes to wakowski's.

- Why they doing this?

- It's just what we

do man.

It's like, like always.

It brings the community

together, you know?

- No I don't f***ing know.

- Oh look man,

it's once a year.

It's not like an

every day thing!

- There's four of us.

We have to split up,

better odds.

- I'll see you on the other

side of this,

I'm still gonna kill you.

- Well cross that bridge

when we get to it.

- Yeah, we will.

- Stop!

- Run.

- Over here!

I got one!

Got one!

I got one! See!

- Kill confirmed.

- Looks like don snuck

in under the wire.

- He's-he's-he's

all yours!

Guys, i...

caught him for you!

Stop, stop!

I caught him for you.

He's-he's all yours!

- Get a picture.

- No man,

take it long ways.

- Who gives a sh*t?!

- It looks stupid tall ways.

Take it long ways, it looks

f***ing cinematic!

- That's two.

- don, you motherf***er!

- Love you, honey.

- Love you more.

- Cheryl!

- Two of 'em made

it off the flats.

- Well, folks, you know

what that means.

Looks like we're

in overtime.

- Might want to check on

Steve and the wife.

- Copy that, big don.

- I'm heading out.

- So what happens if

you go cold Turkey?

- When's the last time they

off'd one of ours?

- Ninety-eight, I guess.

- Burton mills.

- Only son of a b*tch

that ever hunted

with his bare hands.

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