Hunting and some serious redneckedness

I used to wonder how Allen could hunt for hours every day. Today I visited his deer blind and saw this, and I no longer wonder!  He enjoys nature, peace, solitude, views like this, then brings home dinner. 

Speaking of dinner. Lizzy pointed out that it doesn't get much more redneck than processing a deer in your RV while having squirrel for dinner. Plus the carhart and camo... good grief.