（ he can be found fashioning fishing rods out of... pretty much anything, really. he'll look up if someone approaches him, gesture to a rod and tell them to take it if they'll use it. if they seem unfamiliar with the concept, he'll sigh, a bit put-upon, and offer lessons. ）

（ also, he has killed a deer. don't ask how, but it was probably with a pair of scissors taped to a broom handle or something equally ridiculous.

he's knelt down beside it, gutting it with expert precision. he seems to be aware he ain't alone any more, but he doesn't talk to the newcomer until: ）

Pass me that other knife, will you?

（ a gut hook is all well and good, but he needs to do other business now. hope you've got a strong stomach, newcomer! ）

（ he's done enough construction in his day that he ain't at much of a loss for impromptu work. he's working on the plumbing in a building — your building, maybe? or are you helping out as well? either way, wherever he is, be it in an apartment proper, a sanitation access point or some other Mysterious Plumbing Place, you're about to hear a man cuss a blue streak in the meanest texan you've ever heard.

s-should you check? leave him alone? up to you!! ）