As I was walking around my apartment, trying to relax from the pile of schoolwork that sat on my desk, my roommate, Henry Eddy, jokingly asked, “Hey Haywood, when are you going to take me to kill some Rio’s in Texas?”. I sort of just scoffed at him, but as I sat there thinking about the fact that it had been some time since I had chased Toms through the Texas brush country and that Spring Break was quickly approaching, I looked back to him and said “You know, that’s actually not a bad idea.” I picked up my phone and called one of my best friends (and cold-blooded Turkey assassin), Skyler Hribar, otherwise known as Sky. I told him about our plans and it didn’t take much convincing for him to be in. Now came the most difficult task, convincing my dad to let us go to South Texas. He was on a lease; just outside of Dilley, Texas, that was loaded up with mature birds.