Grandpa dragged me hunting again—because apparently, my weekend plans are officially canceled forever in favor of "bonding" over killing things.
Except this time it wasn't ducks. Oh no. Big plot twist. We upgraded from birds that just scream at you in the sky to hares. Yeah, hares. You know, the rabbit knockoff that's like the DLC version—way bigger, faster, and with that smug little "you'll never catch me" face, like it knows some secret about the universe that I'll never grasp.
And let me tell you, these weren't normal, fluffy, cartoon bunnies. These were survival-mode hares—like they'd been training with Navy SEALs or some s**t. While Grandpa strutted around like this was the pinnacle of human achievement—"You line up the shot, boy, and you respect the kill"—I was just trying not to t
