So a few years back I visited Canada for the first time. I made a few friends there and one of them, Michael was really into hiking.
He bugged me for a few days about going for a hike and on my second last day I finally relented and said yes.
We hiked for a while and it was fine, a few pine trees and some good views but nothing too exciting. Until on the way back Micheal suddenly stopped.
"Shit is that? Holy-! Jacob look it's a bacon tree!"
His face lit up with a massive smile and before I could even ask what a bacon tree was Mike took off running.
Three seconds later *BANG* Michael was shot. Panicked I fell to the floor and crawled my way over to him... It was bad, There was blood everywhere and he was barely conscious. I cried....
"Mike! Mike, what happened?"
Pulling me closer he paused, coughing up blood he spluttered his last words.
"Jacob it wasn't a bacon tree.......It was a ham bush."