It looked easy, but it wasn't. The scenario was a familiar one: You see him; he sees you. He knows just what the game is, and you have a couple of seconds to shoot before he gets the hell out of there. Kenny Jarrett set up a deer target in a canebrake field, and we stood, 65 yards away, gun down as in sporting clays. The object was to hit the vital zone with three shots. Jarrett stood behind the shooter whose turn it was, with a special timer that buzzed. At the signal, we would shoulder the rifle, aim, and fire. The sound of the shot stopped the timer. Jarrett would record the time, and we'd wait for the next go-ahead buzz.