My name is Cooper. My hands don't work and I talk about myself, and personal stuff, far too much. I'm basically an intellectually disabled puppy. There's nothing wrong with me. I don't track my tag, I'm terrible at responding to messages, and I'm prone to attack when provoked. Don't poke the bear.
Horse trainer. Rock climbing instructor/backpacking trip head honcho/woofer (wilderness first responder). Master of all things adventure related. No ego involved at all. Terrible and occasionally sacrilegious Irish catholic. Certified MRA hunter: Saving non-cis people. Burning fedoras. The family business.
When he herps, he also derps.
And they’re both fucking adorable.
Seriously guys, I’ve melted almost completely down.