Today, I hit the woods next to a set of railroad tracks with an F-250 Ford Truck filled with food. The coolest thing I heard this afternoon: "Man, I just prayed for food a little while ago, you guys are an answer to my prayers." I then noticed this man quickly walked around to the front of my truck where he was out of view of the others in our group. He held his hands out stretched and thanked God.
In case you are wondering, the tattoos in the center of his chest are brand new, that is why they were so shiny. A guy at his campsite did them.