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Sometimes I amuse myself and fork with strangers just for my own personal entertainment. This morning I pull into a gas station in my Ram and this ole beat-up white truck with Texas plates pulls in behind me. Sometimes I forget this is what other drivers see when they’re behind me.
So there I am minding my own business, preparing to pump my gas and these two people (young couple in their early 30s or so) approach me. In my head I’m thinking, great…they’re gonna try and bum gas money from me with some BS sob story or jack my truck and rob me” so I adopt my usual F-U stance (you CCW guys understand right?). Lotsa people getting held up in gas stations now.
The guy, tall brown hair and kinda lanky says, “Nice truck…you hunt?”
“Yeah.” I reply, careful not to encourage him.
He reaches out his hand and says, “I’m ____?____” (I instantly forgot his name cuz I was on defense so I will just refer to him as Tex herein). I don’t shake his hand. Might be an act and a way to control my right arm. The rest of the conversation went something like this:
Tex: “What do you guys hunt most here in California?”
Me: “Mostly deer, hogs & coyotes…I prefer to hunt outta state.”
Tex: “I’m kinda surprised to see a hunter here.”
Me: “Yeah, we’re unicorns alright.”
Tex: “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name, this is my girlfriend Stacy.” (Her name I remember cuz she was country hot…boots, tight jeans, tied off tee, long blonde hair that was kinda mussed up like she just got outta bed and was ready to jump back in.) Tex seems less likely to be a beggar or a threat so I relax a bit. I reach out and shake their hands.
Me: “Hi, I’m Trad Bowman, nice to me you. Where in Texas ya from?”
Tex: “Ft. Worth” he replies.
Me: “Nice area, better than Dallas. Dallas is a bit too cosmopolitan for my taste.”
Tex: “Yeah…that’s because too many Californians moved there.” We both laugh. I’m starting to like this guy. Then he says, “So you hunt using a bow?”
Me: “Most of the time, yeah. Sometimes a rifle but rarely.”
Tex: “Whaddaya shoot?”
Me: “Whaddaya mean? Animals?”
Tex: “No…what kinda bow do you shoot?”
Me: “My tank will be full before I get through that list.”
Tex: “Haha…cool. Okay, what’s the biggest animal you’ve shot with a bow?”
Me: “Bison.”
Stacy: “I’ve had bison, it’s amazing. How many pounds of meat did you get?” Stacy is starting to grow on me too…if they ask for gas money I might just give it to em.
Me: “511lbs on one bull, about 435 on another.”
Tex: “Dang…that’s a lot of meat, you must have a big freezer.” He laughs.
Me: “Got four…one’s filled with bison, one with moose, one with elk and another with hog meat.”
Stacy: “Holy cow! You’d fit right in where we live.”
Tex: “So what’re you hunting this year?”
Me: “Dunno till the tag results are in…hopefully antelope and bull elk.”
Stacy: “What do you do for work?”
Suddenly I feel like all this questioning is getting deep and my defenses go back up. Maybe they’re just inquisitive but I doubt it. Creativity clicks in.
Me: “I produce hunting videos…maybe you’ve seen em? Trad Bowman Outdoors…all spot & stalk for big game across the country.”
Tex & Stacy: “Really?!”
Me: “Beats working.”
Stacy: “We’re meeting a real live celebrity in California and he hunts tahboot.”
Tex: “I’m jealous, wish I could get paid for hunting…are you on youtube? Can I see your shows there?”
Me: “Yep. Use the search term THE MATADOR.”
Tex: “Is that cuz you kill only big bulls?” Laughs.
Me: “Nope…it’s what they’re standing in.” Tex has a funny look on his face trying to figure out what I just said.
Gas pump clicks, I pull the nozzle and say goodbye while they look at me with wonder in their eyes. Pretty sure they were Googling Trad Bowman when I drove away. I like the sound of it, Trad Bowman…a perfect alias for my next run to Vegas. LOL
Stacy? If you and Tex are reading this, ask yourself this question. What are Matadors standing on?
That's what our brief encounter was.
So there I am minding my own business, preparing to pump my gas and these two people (young couple in their early 30s or so) approach me. In my head I’m thinking, great…they’re gonna try and bum gas money from me with some BS sob story or jack my truck and rob me” so I adopt my usual F-U stance (you CCW guys understand right?). Lotsa people getting held up in gas stations now.
The guy, tall brown hair and kinda lanky says, “Nice truck…you hunt?”
“Yeah.” I reply, careful not to encourage him.
He reaches out his hand and says, “I’m ____?____” (I instantly forgot his name cuz I was on defense so I will just refer to him as Tex herein). I don’t shake his hand. Might be an act and a way to control my right arm. The rest of the conversation went something like this:
Tex: “What do you guys hunt most here in California?”
Me: “Mostly deer, hogs & coyotes…I prefer to hunt outta state.”
Tex: “I’m kinda surprised to see a hunter here.”
Me: “Yeah, we’re unicorns alright.”
Tex: “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name, this is my girlfriend Stacy.” (Her name I remember cuz she was country hot…boots, tight jeans, tied off tee, long blonde hair that was kinda mussed up like she just got outta bed and was ready to jump back in.) Tex seems less likely to be a beggar or a threat so I relax a bit. I reach out and shake their hands.
Me: “Hi, I’m Trad Bowman, nice to me you. Where in Texas ya from?”
Tex: “Ft. Worth” he replies.
Me: “Nice area, better than Dallas. Dallas is a bit too cosmopolitan for my taste.”
Tex: “Yeah…that’s because too many Californians moved there.” We both laugh. I’m starting to like this guy. Then he says, “So you hunt using a bow?”
Me: “Most of the time, yeah. Sometimes a rifle but rarely.”
Tex: “Whaddaya shoot?”
Me: “Whaddaya mean? Animals?”
Tex: “No…what kinda bow do you shoot?”
Me: “My tank will be full before I get through that list.”
Tex: “Haha…cool. Okay, what’s the biggest animal you’ve shot with a bow?”
Me: “Bison.”
Stacy: “I’ve had bison, it’s amazing. How many pounds of meat did you get?” Stacy is starting to grow on me too…if they ask for gas money I might just give it to em.
Me: “511lbs on one bull, about 435 on another.”
Tex: “Dang…that’s a lot of meat, you must have a big freezer.” He laughs.
Me: “Got four…one’s filled with bison, one with moose, one with elk and another with hog meat.”
Stacy: “Holy cow! You’d fit right in where we live.”
Tex: “So what’re you hunting this year?”
Me: “Dunno till the tag results are in…hopefully antelope and bull elk.”
Stacy: “What do you do for work?”
Suddenly I feel like all this questioning is getting deep and my defenses go back up. Maybe they’re just inquisitive but I doubt it. Creativity clicks in.
Me: “I produce hunting videos…maybe you’ve seen em? Trad Bowman Outdoors…all spot & stalk for big game across the country.”
Tex & Stacy: “Really?!”
Me: “Beats working.”
Stacy: “We’re meeting a real live celebrity in California and he hunts tahboot.”
Tex: “I’m jealous, wish I could get paid for hunting…are you on youtube? Can I see your shows there?”
Me: “Yep. Use the search term THE MATADOR.”
Tex: “Is that cuz you kill only big bulls?” Laughs.
Me: “Nope…it’s what they’re standing in.” Tex has a funny look on his face trying to figure out what I just said.
Gas pump clicks, I pull the nozzle and say goodbye while they look at me with wonder in their eyes. Pretty sure they were Googling Trad Bowman when I drove away. I like the sound of it, Trad Bowman…a perfect alias for my next run to Vegas. LOL
Stacy? If you and Tex are reading this, ask yourself this question. What are Matadors standing on?
That's what our brief encounter was.
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