: Horn Hunter :
an excerpt by Michael J. Macleod
Hardin Graves shot his first deer just before his seventh birthday. His old man held the rifle across one knee and said pick a doe and put it right behind her shoulder.
“What does a doe look like?” the boy asked.
“They have big ears.”
“I see one with huge ears.”
“Then shoot it.”
Hardin hit the doe behind the shoulder, but to be both precise and accurate it was a fawn shot in the buttocks. The boy was so embarrassed that he practiced on gophers all the next summer with his new .243 bolt action. That fall Dad missed a nice four-by-four whitetail buck at 350 yards twice. Hardin shot it dead.
Over the next five years the boy killed a dozen deer using his father’s tags.
Friends said you’re creating a monster Gravey Graves.