One of my father's south Texas tales:
Back in the post-WW II period, lotsa guys went deer hunting on south Texas ranches. Many of them just wanted to get away from Momma, drink whiskey and play poker. Ranch hands would go sit out all night by a stock tank and wait, and if a really large buck showed up, they'd shoot him between the eyes.
Mr. Whiskey-Poker would commonly pay $5 per point to have something to take home and show Momma what a good boy he'd been.
Yeah, a .22 will kill a lot of stuff. Trouble is, it's too easy for it to not be a clean, ethical kill...
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