So I hear these stories about how Curt is the worlds greatest bow shot. I am in the presence of archery royalty I thought. After our trek into the woods, which produced no hogs in spite of my superior hog guiding skills, we retired to camp for a supper of elk burgers, homemade clam chowder and entertainment by Chef Craig. After supper,knowing that Curt would not offer to showcase his worldclass shooting skills, I challenged him to a friendly shootoff for camp champion of the universe and beyond. Curt was ever the gracious guest and deliberately missed the target to allow us to save face in the presence of greatness. Curt even carried this well into the next days hunt, nearly de-quivering on a single hog to make me feel good about myself.
Thankfully, Curt shot a legal hog, meaning one the guide can drive to, and we were soon returning to camp. Unfortunately, I threw my shoulder out loading hogzilla for my guest and was unable to assist in the cleaning process, which disappointed me greatly. So in an effort to make this up to my friend, I went to Chef Craigs and cooked a large pot of grits so Curt would have some quality food after cleaning hogzilla. Wouldn't you know it but Curt, being the woodsman that he is, must have symbolically ate the hogs heart and liver as he cleaned the boar, because he refused my offering of grits!