Using a Remington 12-gauge shotgun, loaded with No. 1 buckshot, he fired two shots, hitting the deer solid in the shoulder...or so he thought. The deer subsequently ran toward the house, crossing a small field and fell dead in the side yard.
Relatives heard the shots and looked out the windows in time to see the deer run and fall. They immediately exited the house en masse, looking first at the deer, then at Harry, as he came walking toward it. In their midst was a small nephew, who said, "Mama, look! Uncle Harry has killed Rudolph!" Everyone laughed.
Meanwhile, Harry made a decision to never ever hunt again. He, instead, turned to fishing all the time. As he was heard to remark, however, "With my luck, I probably will run over Flipper with my boat one day while en route to a fishing spot."
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