My name is classified but you may call me Swamp Donkey, which is a metaphor for many things such as being a Gator, semi woods wise, a jackwagon at times and a deer and zombie hunter when it is in season.
While I now abstain from the sauce for the most part, my inner Hank the Tank is awoken with a "Blacktooth Grin" (Crown and a splash of coke zero) and or Wicked Pete's brew.
I like prepping for all things zombie and PAW.