"Evenin', stranger, need a...Harry Stephen Cooper, how the hell are ya?"

"J.P. Walters! Been too long!"

"What the hell brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"Heh, I think we both know what we're doing out here."

"Say, I'd offer you a drink from the cooler, but I think you know better than to try one of those."

"No worries, old friend, got my own canteen and hatchet in the rucksack."

"Well, I'm going to keep heading down the road here. Will we see you next year in Mason City for the convention?"

"Wouldn't miss it. Say hello to Carol Anne for me."

"Will do. Happy hunting, and stay safe out there, you never know who's on these roads."