I pulled the trigger on my twelve gauge when he was just seventeen yards away, partly because he was well within range but mostly because I was sick of listening to him.
When everything does come together, though, it’s the near misses that make success taste so sweet.
Seems like they’d be easy to kill, doesn’t it? Only those that’ve never done it think so. I hunt the stinking things every spring, and at least once a season, I’m the one that winds up looking like the turkey.
It’s every family man’s dilemma and perhaps the most interesting of ironies that we regularly neglect our families for work, but not for play – not for the time away and the experiences that could actually make us better husbands and fathers.