Who Are The Fellas?

AKA:  T-Rock, Big T

Given Name: Travis

Specialty: Stretching hats; fainting spells when pricked by a fly fishing hook, or after kicking a conch; accomplished Beer Can Chicken Cooker; “Great Cat Protector” (aka “naked man chasing me again” to possums and raccoons) who will wield anything from pvc pipes, to golf clubs, to a .22 rifle when his cat’s territory has been infiltrated; Montana preacher; holds a pig cooking apprenticeship from T-Paul; most excellent stand hanger; has an uncanny ability to harvest, trap, trail or catch the largest of whatever species he has dubbed as his next seasonal quarry (please credit his grandfather); analyzing, dissecting, re analyzing, re dissecting; and is by far the bestest and fastest syllable counter east of the Mississippi. 

 
AKA:  Big E, Cookie

Given Name:  Eric

Specialty: Cookie as he is often called, due to his inability to cook a piece of meat all the way through, is a jack of all trades.  He can be found actively pursuing one of his many renaissance activities like chopping, widdling, or spinning wood into anything from baits to bowls. He’s the only guy in the group you can count on to come in first and last in a Nascar pool while maintaining a lovely garden with his ever present green thumb.  Using words that no one else has any idea their meaning besides perhaps Doc he always seems to be in the right place at the right time to land the…biggest buck, biggest bass, biggest flounder, biggest drum and biggest HU-HEEE! 

  
AKA:  M-Rock, Onion, Doc

Given Name:  Dr. Lail

Specialties: Climbing old wind mills, carrying an AK-47 clip (loaded) and #2 steel shot to a dove shoot; The Fella’s only certified Doc; chasing ghost crabs; fishin’ in the dark with ‘Ol Bitty; designing, and building anything he wants to, including but not limited to, crawdad traps and ingenious water temp thermometers; navigating Berkeley and making it home safely to NC; having a cell phone (which he could build) but failing to charge it or power it on (so do not try to call); back flips; eating potted meat products with a smile; catching gray trout long as he is tall; and graduating from UNC, NCST, and Berkeley to be our most confused and decorated student.  

  

AKA:  Ol’ Bitty; Mr. Joe Bitty

Given Name:  Joe

Specialty: Texas rigging guru; being the only man in the wives section in Boston; B & Bossin’ (per Doc); holds an elite status with Cookie, as being most exquisite at giving TRock ingenious pointers on identifying dominant trails, and stand placement, all the while able to give encouraging, supportive and rallying remarks from the ground as our buddy hangs our stands; easily identifiable as a Nascar junkie and is remarkably good at picking teams (we also think he is a closet Tony Stewart fan); undoubtedly is “the fellas” fastest typer; Einstein of night fishing inventions (Doc might co share in that title), holds a profound talent for shooting hogs from a deer stand (see banner picture); is sensitive to cold and spices; and has an intuitive sense for spine shooting deer. 

   
AKA:  Daddy Rabbit

Given Name:  Chad

Specialties: Mud wrestling; canal runs; Redneck Poetry; one time owner of the carp killing Green Goose, stealing dollar bills from the fellas on 70 yard bow shots, but will bet on anything, anytime, anyplace and play until he wins (or until seven of us climb, crawl, scoot or scrape through tick infested briar bushes after an opening day monster that was eaten until it is only a mere shadow of what it was when he shot it, aka year old 6 pointer 10 inches wide); self proclaimed “Johnston County Corn Hole Champion”; the ability to find the next speck of blood when no one else can; the guts to hunt with a  recurve… most all of this makes him sound rather proficient.  Either that, or just darn lucky…  

   
AKA:  RT, Chimey

Given Name:  Robby

Specialty:  Driving long distances to be with his boys on an adventure, packing a long time friend (thermos of hot coffee) that everyone else drinks on duck hunts; chiming in at most appropriate times; always having a pillow; carrying the most rusted shotgun; being an accomplished outdoorsman and has a particular knack for attracting an adoring Greenhead…R Teeeeee, R Teeeeeee? 

  

AKA:  T-Paul; Little Travis; Sorry Travis

Given Name:  Travis

Specialties: Believer in Q-Bert, a wretched beast that inhabits dark places just outside the beam of a flashlight, takes on amorphous forms, breathes down your neck, makes blood curdling noises (like birds and crickets chirping or frogs croaking) and haunts only him; “Hostest of the Mostest”; Official Swine Cooker; uncanny ability to provide blood trails; will shoot all 47 of his arrows from a ground blind to RTP; future host of Let’s Make a Deal; and developer of the finest 19^th hole in all of hunting. (AKA his garage)

  
AKA: DDave, Burr, Teddy Bear, Big Zwey

Given Name: David

Specialties: Breaking stuff, lots of stuff; certifying gear is Burr proof; Savin’ Lives as the Fella’s only certified Fire Fighter; Asking questions until there are no more. (Potential questions begin to ask not to be asked); sleeping in less than what he should; doing the “belly dance”; imitating Fire Marshall Bill; living the “High Life”; not pronouncing his H’s; dead eye; and having his first ever buck (black powder no less) run no more than 30 yards; providing rubber gloves; navigating to Bristol; and making sure he finds his boys each year in NC.