HEREIN LIES THE PROBLEM: I LIVE IN THE FOOT- hills of the Ozarks, on seven acres of land bounded by trees in three directions and a well-traveled road on the fourth. My house has three outside doors, and from any one of them I might look out and see a coyote, armadillo, raccoon, or ’possum coming my way.
Equally, I might see turkeys, a whitetail, a horse or two, cars on the road, and distant houses screened by trees.
Some of the critters will be targets anytime, others only in season, and still others not at all. And you have to be ready. If a marauding armadillo is crossing the lawn, he’s unlikely to wait while I rush down to the gun room, pull out a rifle, and get back…
