Deep in the woods of Duvall, WA, past the city limits and well off the nearest paved street, Greg, Ben, Masters and I found a steaming pile of white-trash and rolled around in it. Greg shot himself a rabbit, Masters rode a zip line, and Ben cleaned and gutted the aforementioned bunny before Greg grilled it on a barbecue. In short, we lived the life for a brief afternoon. Just look at these photos and tell me you aren't jealous.
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