What the hell? Why is there so much butter in my forest? Oh right. Hunting season. Where the fathlete version of men drive out in a truck followed by an ATV to sit on their ass then shoot game at long range for 'sport.' Don't get me wrong - my experience with most hunters is pretty good. Just a few pieces of shit and most of it involving butter. Example 1 - There's a narrow dirt road with a trailhead on one side and a parking lot on the other. Butter family wants to check out trailhead sign. So park and walk across the street (15ft) to check it out? Nope! Better park in the middle of the road and pile out, huff over and block traffic for 10 minutes. Example 2 - Not hunter but every fat old gaper trying to weave in and out of mountain traffic in a Ford F350 with a boat or camper attached. Always with the fucking fat redneck jowles flying.