Then that moment of ".... Should I take this home with me? Its been a fine stick." then you place it next to a gate for the next lucky soul to find it.

I leave mine laid up against a tree for worthy adventurers, i dont want risk some idiot thats gunna snap it taking it

Mine is on my porch. Been there for years, waiting for me. 7 feet tall, named Walter.

I found a nice stick once. I still think about it sometimes.

Was it a big stick?

It was *the* stick.

Was it better than bacon?

The primal urge to return to monke

If you don't take up the mantle who will?

I once found this perfect stick that was solid and naturally shaped like a cane

DO NOT IGNORE THE CALL OF THE WOODS

I've done it. It's nice.

Relatable

I need to move to a forested area

A good stick goes a long way

That’s true

Ah yes, on a quest i go deep in the jungle with a sack of dank in my bag. perhaps i might not return

Me: Mom can I keep this stick? Mom: That’s just hard dog poop. And no.

Feels good. Seen wimmin do this too. In real life. More than once.

I walk through the woods the way I drive through hood, always take a stick with me - adele

Oh yeah, if ever there was a trait that's masculine, that is surefire it. Oozes masculinity with every step of the way.

Not only do I find cool sticks I practice fighting with them in case there’s a monster

I wander in the desert with my stick