John, it sure is lonely being a gunner. My nephew and I are the only hunters in my immediate and extended family. We were all gunners when I was young. I'm seen as a curmudgeonly throwback in my community, a man with a gun and a black dog. No one is put out by my killing as far as I can tell. I suppose they reckon that the last will soon be gone. There isn't another soul with a gun within five miles of my home, not one on our road. An old man's musing should not be taken seriously but I believe it started with Walt Disney's Dumbo and Bambi and adorable skunks.