Creatures that are famously, the deers, did not budge. They were awake now, munching on several squirrels they had killed for food, the carnivores. But they were the squirrels in this equation, which felt ironic. I reached for that outdated liquid guts — a dented flask full of Jeff Daniels. Then I took a breath, lined up those deers, and then pushed the trigger. There was no kickback.