Just reminiscing with some mates.
I'm sure we were all the same in younger days. Carrying on around the campfire with too much booze, laughing when someone trips over a log in the bush while they're off taking a slash in the dark. Stuff yourself with some tucka and crash until the late morning.
Now it's no booze for me thanks with the shooting. Better turn in early for the morning.
Hunting's made us a boring bunch