The Light Fantastic
hunting gods smiled on me this day, for they presented a tasty looking fallow spiker to the unblooded new deer-hunting rifle I held in my hands. It might sound silly, but I wanted this rifle’s first time to be special; not wasted on a scrawny pig or squandered on a mere goat. I’d dreaded coming across a fox or cat and facing the obligation of killing it. No, this lovely little rifle was built first and foremost to bag deer, it’s first
