Gosh, I can’t believe it. Here it is time for Moosie and T-Bone to go on the big sheep hunt. I don’t even know you guys and I have been unable to sleep at night worrying (OK that’s a lie). I feel like a mother sending her daughter and new son-in-law off on their honeymoon to Mexico. Last minute advice, don’t drink the water, don’t eat anything from the street markets, watch out for the little kids selling stuff on the beach, they’ll steal you blind. Did they pack the condoms? Spermicidal foam? What if she gets her period? What if he doesn’t know what to do? What if she does? I’m getting kind of teary eyed. Ok that’s all a lie too. But I am worried about your trip (nuther lie). What if Moosie doesn’t take a big enough gun? What if he runs out of ammo? What if his tennis shoes fall apart two miles into the 12 mile hike. What if his battery operated blender breaks. What if T-Bone gets excited and gets even and shoots his ram THIS year. What if the petroleum jelly isn’t enough to keep Moosie’s cheeks from chapping. OK, OK, you’re big boys. I am very glad it’s you with the sheep tag Moosie (aaaand, one more lie) and not me. You deserve it sooo much. (nuther)
Best of luck to you and be careful down there. Otherwise you might end up drunk, dancing naked on the bar with a donkey and a tequila bottle up you ass (or so I’ve heard). Oh, that’s right you’re not really going to Mexico on your honeymoon.
Anyway, good luck to you. Be careful, watch your step, have fun, shoot straight and get a beeeeg one. And don’t forget to wear your lucky orange hat in the pictures. It’s so fashionable (one more lie for the road).
Can’t wait for the live updates you will post with your laptop and cellular modem.
Or the chainsaw! 
