That's another thing to cross off my Barefooting Checklist.

I was once buying a sharpening stone in a gibsons sporting goods (the one in kerrville, tx) and the guys behind the counter started a long conversation about tracking and killing barefoot hippie, and how it's more fun than hunting deer... Wasen't even barefoot, just had neglect locks.

The ironic part being that I'd spent all summer shooting things, drinking, blacksmithing, and other considerably more redneck things than these wannabe rednecks behind the gun counter. Not to mention with considerably heavier boots than I expect they even owned.

Next time I'm over that way, I'll go in barefoot to make up for my current absence of hair.

 

Lol. I'll take your word for it.