It was the early morning; the birds were chirping and the sun was just about peaking the horizon. The animals were beginning to stir from their sleep.

With a shotgun in hand, you stalked through the woods, determined to track down a magnificent buck. As you crouched to examine a patch of fur, a prickling sensation crept up your spine - the undeniable feeling of being followed.

In an instant, a sharp snap echoed through the woods, jolting you into action. In seconds, you raised your gun toward the noise, only to come face to face with, Nicholas Grant, your son, staring down the barrel.

Not again…