What a crazy night. I was in Devine, TX looking for a ride when this older gentleman with a NRA shirt stopped and pick me up. He was headed to Leakey, TX (On my way, but not my preferred way).

After we get there he said he could drop me off or I could hang out with him at his hunting cabin for the night. He said he could use help loading his feeders. OK. We picked up a 6 pack of beer each and headed to the middle of nowhere. It was his brother’s cabin and it had a guest cabin for me to crash in.

So we got the feeders filled, he sighted in his new rifle, and cracked open some beers and shot the shit a bit. 6 beers later, he’s hungry so we head to town, pick up another 6 pack each, grab some Mexican food and head back out to drink some more beers on the porch.

It got dark so we went in and played some dominos and drank the rest of the beer.

This guy, Bill, ain’t done drinking yet! We head back into town and grab one last 6 pack to share.

Another few beers, a bit of Jim Beam, some shine & another game of dominos later we finally call it a night. I can only see while squinting so I’m happy to go to bed by now.

The next day a hung over Bill drove a hungover me to 83 so I can continue my journey. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait too long before a Mexican family got me a lift to Junction, TX where there is a truck stop. I just have to wait ’till Monday to catch a ride. Most truckers have used up their 70 driving time by now.