Survival Trip Pictures

Not even this huge ol'tree was no match for my truck or for the brain
and the brawns of this dedicated crew. After dragging this tree all
that way, we never had the chance to put it in our fire.

Gobster and I were startled to walk upon this young man, meditating in
his hut. He later invited us to go play tennis on his tennis court and
eat some fresh jerky he made from a little cottontail rabbit. After
making peace by smoking his pipe, we exchanged good grades, for his
utmost expertise in the ways of survival. (We called his shelter the
hilton, that explains the previous)

Further on in the journey I met with a fellow gangmember, we exchanged
our gang signs and left each other.

Gobster is chilling making some gatorade. We titled our camp the
hilton, cause we had canopies and an overwhelming supply of fire wood
for our bon fire.
Hey, Nice Red Truck!
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