09/13/2026
John Hall
Happy 50th Birthday to my Lorax!
He speaks for the trees,
he hunts all the deer,
he works at Valentine Arms
whenever I need his ass here.
My hunting partner, my ride or die, my partner in bad ideas, my unpaid or severely underpaid Valentine Arms employee, and most importantly, one of the best damn friends a guy could ask for.
We’ve hunted together, worked together, laughed our asses off together, probably made a few questionable decisions together, and somehow we’ve both survived long enough for your old ass to turn 50.
Life is a hell of a lot better when you have somebody you can call for anything, whether you need help, need someone to go hunting, need somebody to tell you you’re being an idiot, or just need a partner to join you in being an idiot. You’ve been that guy for me more times than I could ever count.
So happy birthday, brother. I hope 50 treats you well, because the next 50 you still have to put up with me!
Love ya, Lorax. Here’s to another 50 years of hunting, bu****it, adventures, Valentine Arms shenanigans, and speaking for the damn trees.
Happy Birthday, brother!