“Damn it, Jim! I don’t know how I let you talk me into this. How mental do you have to be to go hunting in the freaking swamp!” Eric wasn’t happy at how his weekend had gone. Had he took a second to listen to his friend Friday night, he never would’ve agreed to hunt boar in the Florida Everglades.
“Shh, you idiot. It’s not really the swamp.” He pressed on the dry ground. “See? No water.”
Eric rolled his eyes. “And where are the trees to climb? All I see is brush.”
A snort behind them answered.