Don't Mess with Texas

So I've made a few business trips to Texas lately. San Antonio, home of the Alamo. On a return flight to Portland one day, there was a guy standing next to me in the boarding line dressed in camo, sporting a hat with some kind of hunting insignia. I said the only logical thing - so, you're a hunter, eh? He looked at me and smiled and said (I am not making this up):

"ah kilt everthin ah kin legally kill in Texas and now ah'm goint to orygun"

Wow. I wonder if I had just met John Lockwood?