Charlie had always had three points on one side of his antlers and four on the other; the does were intrigued and called it cute–maybe the cutest in Glacier Park.  Then one day, two hunter types drove in with a gun rack in their truck, saw Charlie, and one said to the other, “Nice atypical,” while pointing at him.  He didn’t know what that meant, but he hoped the girls didn’t hear; it couldn’t be good could it?. . . . .  David, Sf.G.