Wilder

If you don't understand what's going on, it's because you haven't been in Tomahawk long enough. My sister and I decided to go to Tomahawk to learn more about our estranged grandmother and spend some time together doing something other than networking. What we expected was some quiet town, a peaceful escape, and a little downtime. What we got? Two sexy mountain men - who actually wear a lot of flannel, bring fresh kills on first dates, and gripe about screaming a lot, hypothermia, a broke arm, a possible concussion, and more reckless fun than we've ever had