I grew up in a small town where everyone was kinda redneck. When I turned 20, I moved to a larger town and got a job with a flooring company. I started falling for one of the girls in the office and thought I could impress her with my hunting skills. So when hunting season came around, me and my brother went out and shot a 600 pound bear. I brought the bear back to the shop to skin it. My boss was a hunter too, so he allowed it. My crush came in and saw the huge bear strung up, and me standing there with a knife covered in blood. She actually thought I had been attacked by the bear and killed it with my knife. My boss backed up that version of the story, and she ended up asking me out.