As they walk through the gates, Daryl hands her a small glass vial of deer fat. "Gonna wanna oil the arrowheads. Makes 'em go in easier. Hogs got skin tough as shit."

In almost every hunting circle Daryl has ever been aware of, the term is lubing your arrows. Due to some particularly stark memories of Merle's sterling commentary, Daryl always says oil.

"Ain't like deer. This'll take all damn day. And we ain't got no feed..."

Now he's just complaining.