The last time I was with Larke in mid May, he was shooting beaver at 60-70 yards with his .45, from a moving boat... and out of respect I’ll say he only missed once.
He did however ass shoot two of them and we went full throttle on the trolling motor to hunt them down and put the kill shot on them.

He never met an animal he didn’t wanna kill.


Sorta apey if you ask me.


I’m quarantined since Sunday due to a coupla dumbasses I was around, and I’m feeling very sad that I couldn’t be there today. I had a hotel reserved and eerything!
But - he knows... and he wouldn’t think ill of me. He’d call me a slackass, but he wouldn’t be mad.

Rest In Peace, Apey! Your heart of gold will live on in everyone you came in contact with.


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