Night Gallery, MS> Picture Paul Howell, well liked and respected crooked attorney, and avid deerhunter makes an exciting trip for a needed hunting weekend at the famous Christmas Place. He happily arrives, but soon finds himself hunting in a strange place we call The Twilight Zone.
Mr. Howell places himself in a well concealed tree stand along a heavily used deer trail in a large pine flat. Big buck sign is abundant and he settles in to wait. It is cold but he is wearing gloves. He relaxes.
Later, the large buck appears, slipping noiselessly through the pines. Paul is caught off-guard and throws his rifle to his shoulder. Something is wrong! The safety won’t move. His glove has hooked on the safety and it won’t budge! The big buck is silently drifting out of range. He rips his hand free! Trying to rise for a shot, Paul holds the rifle up with one hand. BOOM! The rifle goes off! Things seem to be spinning out of control.
He curses under his breath, pulls the rifle to himself to bolt it, catches his hand on the safety strap and CLICK! SPRANG! SWISHHHH! He accidentally hits the magazine release! All his bullets spray straight out and fall to the ground. Paul holds an empty weapon as he hears footsteps coming back toward him. Frantically he searches his pockets for another bullet! The large buck walks right under him! Bullet! Bullet! My kingdom for a damn bullet! The big buck is gone.
He glances down, a young spike is sniffing his bullets, it raises a leg. Paul Howell rubs his eyes. He has learned a lesson about hunting in the shadowy realm we call The Twilight Zone.
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