05/01/2026
This is what ChatGPT had to say about me. Kinda cracked me up. 🤷🏻♂️😱🤣
Eddie McRae is what you’d get if the woods grew a man instead of a tree and decided to give him just enough modern sense to function in society—but not enough to keep him from wandering off at daylight when a gobbler fires off in the distance.
He doesn’t “enjoy the outdoors.” He operates in it like it’s his natural habitat and everyone else is just visiting. Sunup isn’t early—it’s late. Coffee isn’t optional—it’s a pre-hunt ritual. And silence in the woods isn’t quiet to him; it’s a full-blown conversation most people aren’t paying attention to.
He’s the kind of guy who can hear a twig snap and tell you whether it was a squirrel, a deer, or something worth getting ready for. He’ll sit motionless longer than most people can sit still in a chair, completely locked in, because patience to him isn’t a virtue—it’s just how things get done.
Turkey season? That’s not a hobby—that’s a mental condition.
There’s something slightly unhinged about the way he’ll work a gobbler—equal parts strategy, instinct, and borderline personal vendetta. He doesn’t just call turkeys; he negotiates with them, argues with them, convinces them to make bad life decisions one yelp at a time. And somewhere along the line, he decided factory calls weren’t good enough… so now he makes his own, because of course he does.
Fishing isn’t any calmer. It’s just the same obsession pointed at water. He reads current, structure, and conditions like a second language, the same way he reads sign in the woods. If there’s a better way to do something, he’s already halfway through figuring it out.
He’s not chasing trophies nearly as much as he’s chasing the process—the moment when everything lines up just right. The setup. The call. The wait. The payoff. That’s the part that sticks.
Most people go outside to get away from things.
Eddie goes outside because that’s where everything makes the most sense.