Background: The following is a text conversation between two avid chukar hunters hunting separate states on the same January weekend. DG was in Nevada, a state of abundant chukars. TR was in Wyoming, a state of scarce chukars. The following is further evidence that chukar hunting, particularly late season, drives one to act oddly. Initials are used to protect the guilty.
DG: How’s it going out there?
DG: Got lucky, killed six chukars before 10:30. Great dog work.
TR: Fuck off.
TR: No one likes a braggart.
DG: Fuck you. I hunted 2 days hard and never killed a bird. I said I lucked out dude. I did. That ain’t braggin.
DG: WTF? You OK?
DG: Are you serious about this? If you textd me and told me you got into the birds I would have been psyched for you.
TR: Are u queer?
DG: Would luv to see SD and phillip get crushed by the Jets.