Three years ago I wound up antelope hunting by myself. After three long days of not spotting a good animal I found one and dispatched him. I used the last of my clean water to wash him out and hoisted him to the top of my Tahoe. Drove the 40 miles back to the small town of Empire which was the closest store. It also was the first day of the Burning Man Festival - typically infested with libs spending a week on the alkali flats partying and doing all kinds of weird stuff. Being very thirsty I walked into the store with lots of blood on my cammo and a 9mm on my hip. Marched straight back to the water took three out and cracked one and guzzled it. Paid and went out front. A 17 or 18 year old wisp of a girl was standing there hands on hips glaring at me. She had another girl and two loser guys standing behind her. She says "Did you kill that animal?" I said "Yes" She shoots back "Why?" I said "Cause it pissed me off. Are you trying to piss me off?" One of the loser guys goes "Hey man." I shot him my death look and he stepped back and shut up. At that point I noticed there was two Sheriff's Deputies leaning against the front of the store. They both clapped and said "Nice goat!". Such is life in Nevada when the real world meets the nutty world.
