It wasn’t working. I had to find another way to succeed at deer hunting. Starting at the age of 12, I attempted to tag my first deer with a rifle my grandma gifted to me, a Remington Model 700 chambered in the deer-worthy caliber of .243 Winchester. My father was not a hunter, so learning how to hunt big game fell squarely on my shoulders. I trudged through South Dakota’s Black Hills praying for a chance to put a buck in my crosshairs. (Controversial: " Small Cartridges For Big Game Hunting: Fantastic Or Foolish ?")