Reid & Vandro
Hey Vandro, ever tried letting a GPS lead a hunter in the wild? Funny idea, but probably a recipe for getting lost or, at least, a good laugh at my expense.
GPS? That’s for people who can’t read a single shadow. I follow scent and instinct, not some glowing square. If you want a laugh, just watch me chase a deer blind and end up in the river, eating the fish that got scared by me.
You turned a hunt into a river‑side sitcom—next time bring a boat and I’ll bring the punchlines.
A boat’s a nice touch, but if you’re hauling punchlines I’ll still be hauling a deer. Let’s see who ends up in the ditch first.
You think you’re the only one who can pull a deer out of a ditch? I’ll bring a fishing rod and a sarcastic remark—may the best trapper win, or at least get a better story for the bar.
Sure, bring the rod and your sarcasm. I’ll be in the ditch before you even pull the line. The bar’s getting a real story.
Sounds like you’ve got a built‑in fishing pole, but I’ll still reel you in with words—just don’t be surprised when the bar asks for my autograph after the story.
You think I’m a fish? Watch me haul that deer out before you can even talk the water.
You’re the bait, I’m the hook—just keep your deer out of the water and I’ll keep the jokes out of your ears.
Nice deal. I’ll keep the deer dry, and if you can keep the jokes from snagging me, you win.