I heard guys say they got into rock and roll to pick up women. I didn't get into rock to pick up women, but I sure adapted.

So listen everybody to what I got to say, there's hope for tomorrow, if we wake up today.

Fortunately, as it pertains to guns, my dad and uncle introduced me to guns the way it needs to be done: smart, slow and safe.

I contribute to the dead of winter and the moans of silence, blood trails are music to my ears … I'm a gut pile addict … The pig didn't know I was there … it's my kick … I love shafting animals … it's rock 'n' roll power.

I'm an extremist? I don't think so. I think people that call me an extremist are extremely brain dead and soulless.

I dont partake in assembly-line convenience. I dont say that killing things is bad while I hire people to kill things for me.

The preponderance of South Africa is a different breed of man. I mean that with no disrespect. I say that with great respect. I love them because I'm one of them. They are still people of the earth, but they are different. They still put bones in their noses, they still walk around naked, they wipe their butts with their hands. And when I kill an antelope for 'em, their preference is the gut pile.