"Yeah, buddy I am, but remember what I said about not needing another one if you get it wrong." "I won't," he assured me. "Okay, so once, a really long time ago, there was a young man named James Bowie but most people called him Jim. And one day Jim and this gang of rough guys he'd fallen in with were out in the woods when Jim heard something off in the distance. He told his buddies he was going off into the forest to see what the noise was about, and none of them even cared because they were all too busy being loud, crazy boys, doing things like shouting and shooting their pistols into the air." I pretended to fire off pistols with my fingers, which made everyone laugh. "So, Jim takes off in search of that noise and what do you think he found?" "What?" My eyes got wide. "A deer." "A deer?" Justin asked hoping for something better than that. "Yep, he found a deer. But it wasn't just any deer." "What kind of deer was it?" he asked. "It was a special deer.
