“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
I wonder what gave him away: the little fluffy white tail or the antlers.
Early in his career, my brother lived in Vermont for a couple of years. They used to get hunters passing though. One day he told me of overhearing an exchange between two of them at a gas station. It went something like this:
“Did you bag anything?”
“No, but I got off a couple of ‘sound shots.'”
What, you may ask (he did) is a “sound shot.”
It’s hearing a sound, say, a rustle in the brush, and shooting towards it.
