New Year’s Resolutions, Super Bowl Predictions, and Fighting Over a Buffalo

You guys started working on your New Year’s resolutions.
Pushing back the guy rode Cole back on his wheelchair.
He did not know this was another we were too drunk story.

You’re going to have a little baby in your house,
and you’re going to have a little baby downstairs.

Calls you the Cookie Monster.
Mental meltdown per month,
and I overshot that by about 25 each month.

2025 is going to be our year.
I feel like everyone says that.

Hey y’all, welcome to Meet the McBees.
Today we’re going to be talking about our 2025 goals,
what we’re going to be changing going into the new year.

Cole’s about to have a baby.
It’s actually going to happen.
Maybe by the time this podcast is released.

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So saddle up and let’s get down and dirty with it.

What’s going on guys?
Did you just get done hunting?
Your face looks a little red.
Windburn.
You look cold.
You look cold as hell.

It was so cold out there.
I don’t know why I sit out there for hours on end for no reason at all,
because I don’t see [ __ ].

You don’t see anything,
and then Cole and I drove around tonight
and I bet you I saw two or three mature deer.

Yeah, I seen a giant dude.
Literally straight across from your house,
not even like 500 yards across the road.

At this point they’re just standing right there.

Do you even post on your Instagram story anymore?
Sunset photos?

No, I don’t.
Are you kind of embarrassed?
Do you not want people to know you’re in a stand?

I don’t post anything that I’m hunting anymore.
I just know better.

At least if you kill the deer you’re hunting,
it’ll be worth all the hunts.

The trail camera photos lately have been looking good of him.
At first I thought it was a waste of time to chase after this deer.

I thought you passed a deer that was bigger than him.
Yeah, I did too at one point.

But looking at the last couple,
I think he’s going to be 180-ish.
He’s a pretty big deer.

He’s a hard deer to hunt.
I picked the hardest deer.

Cole gave me the hardest deer to hunt this year.
No, you chose him.

We said this deer does not live on us,
so you’re going to have to hunt him hard if you want to kill him.

And you single-handedly picked him.

I will say, it’s not all like it’s OB,
it’s really just bad luck.

There’s times you don’t see a deer when you go in,
but he’s showing up when you’re not there.

It’s because your access or you’re scaring him going in.

Jesse has had just bad luck days.
Days he has to work are always the best hunting days,
and he can’t get out there.

And the deer shows up every time.
Right in front of the stand.

Yep, happens.

Then the days he can hunt,
we don’t get anything on the camera.
Slow night.

Well speaking of hunting,
we’ve got some exciting news.

Not necessarily for whitetail hunting,
but we were chosen to speak at the Dallas Safari Club.

I believe it’s January 11th through the 14th.
Sounds right.

We’ll be doing a keynote speaking event,
Jesse and I most likely,
and then also a meet and greet with Cole.

Can Casey make it?

You don’t want me to talk, do you?
I mean, maybe Cole.

If it’s about hunting,
I feel like I should.

I don’t think we’ve picked a topic yet.
Did we decide on one yet?

No.

I figured because Dallas Safari Club,
we might talk about our journey
from a hunting perspective,
coming from the outdoor industry,
transitioning over to reality TV.

Actually maybe we’ll just focus on killing big deer.
If that’s the case, Jessie can stand up on stage.

Most years it’s Jesse that’s always on them.

Have y’all ever been to Atlanta?
We flew through it once.

Dallas Safari Club is usually in Dallas or Vegas.
But this year it’s actually in Atlanta.

It’ll be interesting traveling down there.

You guys will have the new baby by then, surely.
Yeah, probably a quick turnaround trip.

Turn and burn.

I have to fly from Utah to Atlanta.
You have a ski trip, don’t you?

Snowboard.
First off, snowboard.

I was supposed to go on that.
I may still be going.

They’ve got an extra room.

Tyler, Olivia, Jimmy, Darla, you, Ro, Riley.
Then me and Ally.

So I’m my eighth wheel.
Ninth wheel.

When was the last time you snowboarded?
Was it when you broke your collarbone?

No, we’ve been out there a lot.

Was it when we got lost in the mountains?

Listen, there’s no Ubers in Colorado in those little towns.

Was it Breckenridge?
Yeah.

No, what’s he thinking?

I don’t know.

Was that when Cole pushed the guy back home
after the bar closed?

No, that was a different story.

This was another we were too drunk story.

I don’t know.

Was it when Cole pushed the guy back home after the bar closed?
No, that was a different one.

This was another we were too drunk story.

We were trying to Uber back,
and our Uber didn’t get us far enough.

That’s what it was,
because we were in the middle of nowhere.

There was a blizzard,
22 inches of snow on the ground.

Why was I not with y’all?
Because you chose not to go.

Probably me.
Girl props.

At the time I was having some girl issues.

Me, Dad, Jesse, and Tyler went and stayed at the place.
Luckily Dad woke up and came and picked us up.

We were able to get a hold of him at 2 in the morning.

We walked out of the bar,
ordered the Uber,
bar closed, lights turned off, everybody left.

We closed it down at like 2:30 AM.

We looked up the location of the place,
but it was just the office.

We thought it was our place across the road.
It said it was a mile away.

We were like,
“We can walk a mile.”

Negative degree temperatures.
Blizzard.

We were drunk.
Liquid courage.

Middle of Colorado.
Bears, cougars, whatever.

Those stories you read online:
“Guy leaves bar, freezes to death.”

I can see how it happens.

Dad didn’t answer at first.
It was bad.

Me, Tyler, and Jesse started walking the wrong way,
then the right way.

Only one vehicle passed us — a snow plow.

We found out later it was 8.9 miles away.

No lights on in town.
2:30 in the morning.

We didn’t know where we were.

We started walking on the main highway out of town.

A snowplow truck came through
and soaked us.

Freezing cold.

We had to run out of the way.

The last thing I did
was post a Snapchat story of us drunk and lost.

Then my phone died.

Someone got a hold of Dad.
He rolled out of bed at 2 AM
and came and picked us up.

By then it was like 3:10 or 3:30.
We were soaking wet.

Did y’all even snowboard that weekend?
Yeah, we did.

But we didn’t drink after that.
We were scared.

That could’ve been bad.
Really bad.

The cold was more dangerous than a bear.

This Utah trip with Ally
will probably be more tame.

With Cole not there,
and Jimmy and Darla.

Actually snowboard this time.

I might go on that trip.
I’m mad I’m not going.

Breckenridge was pretty cool.
Telluride was the prettiest place I’ve ever been.

Utah has Park City, Snowmass,
a bunch of places.

All within an hour.

That’ll be fun.

I’ll be flying from there to Atlanta.

I guess I better start putting together
an itinerary or presentation.

I’ll probably do most of the speaking.

How many people will be there?
No idea.

Dallas Safari Club is usually packed.
Those seminars had a few hundred people.

Should I walk around with my skull?
No. Don’t do that.

Dallas Safari Club is mostly high-fence deer.
Lots of 220-inch deer.

What do you got going on this week?

Tomorrow we leave for Vegas.
I need to pack.

Busy week.

Cool meetings set up.

Montana Silversmiths collab.
MCB Farms belt buckles.

Launching early February.

Other meetings too.

You better tell Casey
she can’t have the kid while we’re gone.

She can come anytime.

Induction is next week.
Right around your birthday.

Imagine two weeks from now
having a baby in your house.

Feed them.
Change diapers.
Burp them.
Rock them.

You skipped the CPR class.
No, I was forced to skip it.

We’ll just look it up on YouTube.

Probably two fingers.
But maybe look it up.

Christmas will be weird this year.
Newborn baby.

Lots of change in 2025.

Speaking of change —
New Year’s resolutions.

I need to lose weight.
Cut back on Oreos.

I haven’t been eating them.

Calls you the Cookie Monster.

Mental meltdown per month.
I overshot that by about 25 each month.

Rough year.
Rough month.

Looking forward to turning the page.

2025 will be good.

Five years of insanity.
Grinding nonstop.

Now focusing on operations,
not just growth.

Car washes.
Meat facility.

We’re growing with volume.

2025 is going to be our year.

We need freedom
to escape for 3–6 days to hunt.

Right now,
if phones went dead for 12 hours,
everything would be on fire.

Jesse Stretch holds it all together.

If we kept one Jesse,
it’d be Jesse Stretch.

Do you know where your meat comes from?
You will now.

MCB Meat Company ad.

Back to the podcast.

My goal for 2025
is systems that allow escape.

Mom bought an RV.
She wants to travel.

We’re grinders, not ballers.

Hard work will pay off.

“I’m going to outwork my ignorance.”

Five-day Montana elk hunt
would make me happy.

We haven’t had time or money.

People think reality TV made us millions.
It didn’t.

Who’s winning the Super Bowl?

Bills.
Ravens.
Chiefs.

We’ll see.

Jake hasn’t been responding.

You and Jake got in a fight.

Buffalo got out.
Fence was cut.

Brand new fence.
Six wires cut straight down.

Fixing fence.
Argument.

Barbed wire thrown.
Punch thrown.

Headlock.
Ditch.
Laughing.

Dentist’s house nearby.

Everyone was fine after.

Buffalo back in.

Vegas meetings coming up.

No drinking?
Yeah right.

I’m hunting every day.

If you kill another booner,
I’ll whoop you.

Tune in next week.
Back from Vegas.

See y’all next time.

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