Because there’s nothing quite as special as a magnificent beast being taken down by a 5 year old with a shotgun.
My dad took me hunting for deer in Pennsylvania once. We sat outside in the freezing cold all day and didn’t see a single deer. Then at night when it was illegal to hunt a guy took us out in his truck with a spotlight. Deer were everywhere. They knew that they were OK at night and screwed during the day. Maybe I need some 5 year olds with shotguns to fix my sleep schedule.
