The bullet entered his mouth cutting a vole he was holding in half. It exited out the top of his back raking a large hole right across the shoulder area and rib cage. Fur was everywhere; heart was exposed and still beating inside. The area looked like a bomb had gone off in a pillow factory; hide was not salvageable. I never trusted that bullet after it came undone at those mundane speeds hitting such a light target.


Sometimes, the air you 'let in'matters less than the air you 'let out'.