A different hunter

... in the truck. I said "Let's go!". He got in his pick-up and drove off, leaving rubber, and dust. Later I heard that he crashed his truck, shot the truck in the engine, like you would a crippled horse, then he shot himself in the head. I felt sorry for him in a way, that we might have been friends, but I would have had to surrender some of my beliefs and philosphys, I wasn't willing to do that.