These fucked up multi-generation jock assholes have a big place. Lots of trees! Perfect! You first poison the dog to take care of that angle. Next you get a sleeping bag, lots of water and snacks and you came out in the trees. They are thick enough to hide you unless somebody goes into the grove. You camp out one night. Its great! Sleeping outside in the fresh air and cool breeze. You catch Clates searching for his missing dog. He goes right into the woods. He finds your camp out set up but he does not see you. You are hiding behind a tree. Clate cusses and kicks your stuff over. You sneak up and sink a long knife into his shoulder blade. You screams. You laugh and do a footsweep with your left leg. He falls over backwards onto the knife. It sinks to the hilt. He is going into convulsions of pain and panick. You enjoy it like you enjoy pouring salt onto a leech. This is so much better. You have been waiting for this all your life. And the look on his face, he recognizes you! You pull your gun out and plug him in the right kneecap. The cap shatters. You say "Whats wrong sissy faggot ass faggot boy?", a phrase Clates used on you in high school after he gave you a bloody nose. You empty the clip panning the gun up from crotch to face. You feel cleansed. The day is a fine one.