My whole philosophy in survival is to take down brush as soon as you get in a situation.

Apparently Matts been busier than a centipede at a toe counting contest.

I see smoke, smoke means fire, fire means people, people means we get the hell out of here.

We've got a lot to gain and nothing to lose.

This is like being in the super bowl. It's first down, you're on the one yard line, You either make a touchdown or you're hosed.

Everyone knows the rules of three's, you can survive three weeks without food, but not in this environment.

I'm very confident that if I get close to one of these pigs, i could put the smack down on it.