
During the hunt, Walker kept complaining that he wanted to go home because he had to go pottie. I told him to just go in the sage brush. He attempted several times, but he kept looking around like someone was going to get him, then he would hear the gun shots and hurry and pull his pants back up. This happened many times, and I finally asked, "what are you afraid of, why don't you just hurry up and go?", He patted his manhood and replied "Do rabbit's eat these?"