The fondest memory I have of James is when him and my Dad took me "Snipe Hunting" I believe I was maybe 12 or 13 when they took me to the wood to hunt "Snipe". I remember thinking that I had to be the luckiest boy alive. I mean every boy think that when they go on their first hunting trip, right?!? Little did I know they had a plan up their sleeves.... I remember James telling me where the " Snipes" like to sleep and sent me to look behind this big tree that had fallen... So I sneak over there and didn't find a damn thing and turned around and Dad and James where no where to be found. So I start to walk around yelling for them and nothing. I started to panic and start running the way I thought we came back in. At some point I tripped over a twig and then I heard James bust out laughing and then my dad started laughing. Long story short.. there is no such thing as a "Snipe" lol