Roy "Headshot" Smith

Roy thought I was full of it early December 1998. We had hunted since daybreak and I hadn't called in a thing. The wind was not being nice to us that Saturday. Finally this female came in at 13:30. "I hope I hit it," Roy said. "All I could see was a head sticking up above the sagebrush." Sure enough, this female lay dead, shot in the sinus cavity by Roy and his .22-250! Now I guess we have to call him MISTER Headshot.