"I hunt all the time with my dad, I can try to hunt some boar, i saw some poop while we were walking here." Derek's grip around the spear tightened. Derek carefully made his way up the tree that Randy was on. "I feel like Tarzan right now" Derek chuckled, one hand holding a spear, the other holding onto a branch. Derek spotted movement in a nearby bush, he quietly slid down the tree. Derek got low to the ground, he could hear rustling. Derek threw his spear the bush, a loud noise came from the bush. Derek ran over and pulled the spear out, it was covered in blood. "I hope you guys are hungry for bacon."