So she stood up and looked around. I could see her just as plain. He looked back at me, and he blowed again. And instead of running, she walked right out into that open. Now, that's unusual. They won't do that. Any hunter knows that. And they won't do that. But she walked right out there. Why? She was a mother; that was a baby. It was (See?); it's just born into her to be a mother, and that baby. And Burt looked down, pulled that bolt back, let it down on that .30- 06. And he was a dead shot...