Primitive Technology is an Aussie CRO-MAGNON with pristine senses of the highest order. Once, he was a modern man of the manosphere but, having saw the reality of modern women, Primitive Technology regressed so substantially that Mother Nature now blushes at his dominance over her womb.
Mastering the Outback became his obsession and now you can witness his rule over the bush without even hearing him whisper. The only sounds are of the Kookaburras and wind through the gum trees bowing to his sovereignty.
Witness the King in his throne of wilderness constructing a sling for the incoming Goliath, building gorgeous mud huts, and boiling prawn with fucking rocks after he has captured them in his weaved traps.
FUCKING OATH MATE!
Hickok45 is prob the only person I know who smokes pot by blasting actual orange pots with high-powered firearms. This man does not fuck around. In fact, his only fucking around is his segments on “Shooting The Breeze” where he waxes profound about getting in knife fights on John Deere tractors and talks about paths and shit while referencing indomitable poets of olde times.
As you will see, this Hickok45 is not to be trifled with since he has access to every known firearm that has ever existed. His idea of peace is going out in the frosted heart of winter and blasting some poor coniferous bastard into submission. No need for an ax or some pussyass chainsaw (although he brings those along too, just in case).
Hickok45 is also the master of the drive-by shooting.
Hickok45 is a serial killer of PUMPKIN