Hi. I’m Hunter and before you scowl at why I have such a moniker, I’ll beat you to it. I’m not trying to sound cool or anything or that I’m just making it up (How i wish!) but that is my ACTUAL name. Yeah, the one written on my birth certificate and an eternal reminder of how much my folks love watching National Geographic Channel. You know all the predator-prey drama. The never ending battle between the hunter and the hunted in the African Savannah or the Great Australian outback and why I have to get caught up in that snafu! Oh yeah I can see you frowning. Yeah i get it. I guess you guess that I was bullied a lot, huh? Well I guess you have a knack for guessing. After all, for a scrawny bloke who lacks iron, my name does sound red-blooded. On a lighter note, I do have a penchant for two things that make me forget the fact that my parents DID HAVE OTHER CHOICES (a lot actually) when choosing a name for me. Those things are country music and coffee. Okay now my seventeen facial muscles are at work again. Rad! Could I be any more glad? Anyhow, join me as I walk you through this crazy journey of mine. This is my Life, Coffee, Country Music and What Not.