But I digress. The fact is that Brantley came to that camp in a chauffeured Bentley, accompanied by his mother. The rusty truck he refers to was in tow. Just outside the gate to the lodge, Will hopped out of the back seat, shed a bespoke suit (seersucker, I believe, as it was late summer and quite warm), and changed into camo. Meanwhile, the chauffeur was fumbling with the tow hitch and Will’s mother was giving her son final instructions.