When he realized that his new backpack matched exactly the prey he was after, Bob was so totally embarassed.

Thanks to Tony, here, this rabbit will never kill again. Thanks, Tony.

Jeb and Earl thought they said Hens Across America when they really said Hands Across America.

Hint: Deer that don't have bodies are a heckuva lot easier to track.

The contest rules are as follows: you get to ride the shark until the stick falls out of his mouth. Then it's the next guy's turn.

Stan, here, has the record.

How freakin' rad is this? The only thing radder would be hunting freakin' dinosours. Now that would be rad.

Me and Carl, we like to think that we saved this here deer from a lifetime of dependence, debauchery and general malfeasance.
And we would know.