I was stopped listening for some big game hounds. I heard a tink-tinkle sound coming from over a small rise in the road. It got my attention and it was coming my way. I looked down the road, a gravel two track and saw the fletching of an arrow weaving and bobbing, coming my way, tink-tinkling. As the basket rack buck topped the rise the mystery was solved. Some well meaning bow hunter had managed to barely stick an arrow into his head.
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Use enough gun.
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