Let me first say, this is a story of shame and guilt that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Back in the late 1980's, I got drawn for a trophy antelope hunt. I was totally stoked, cause I drew a tag for probably the best antelope unit in the US, Northern Arizona. At the time, I was working as a clerk at a little convenience store, a country store actually located on the out skirts of Flagstaff on Hwy 89. My boss wasn't too thrilled to be giving me the weekend off, but this was pretty much a once in a life time hunt, so I managed to convince him I was taking the weekend off, one way or another.
So a young lady that lived a few doors down from my wife. who also worked at the little country store had agreed to work the weekend for me. But since it would put her into over time, my boss made me agree to work the rest of the weekend if I killed my antelope on early. Well, lots of preseason scouting paid off, and I did in fact kill my antelope on Friday, thus leaving me available to work my Saturday and Sunday shifts. But being the selfish moron I was back then. I decided to lay low, and let this young lady, who by the way had a husband and children, work the rest of the weekend for me. On Saturday night, my boss had asked her husband to come in and change lights and do some other maintenance around the store while she worked her shift.
Late that night just before closing time, one of the most horrendous events imaginable occurred. A man walked in the door, pulled out a .357 mag, ordered her husband to kneel on the floor, then shot him execution style in the back of the head. He then took the money from the register, kidnapped the woman, drove her to Williams Arizona where he brutally raped her, and then let her go.
As anyone could imagine, she was in a state of complete shock and when police found her, she was staggering along the side of I-40. after all, she had just witnessed her husband being executed with two shots to the back of his head. But 'when police had found her, to her surprise and everyone one's amazement, they immediately informed her that her husband was fine. Other than a few sutures where the bullet mushroomed on the back of his skull, he was alive and well, and had already been released from the hospital that evening.
Her husband was a lumber jack sized man, he was almost 7 feet tall, very large framed man, a healthy man. But even considering his size, I've always contended that his amazing survival was a straight up miracle of God. The perpetrator was caught the next day and charged with this crime, and as well, several murders he had committed over the previous 3 days, which were also execution style, and also convenience store clerks. Reports from investigators, stated that there was no explanation as to why those .357 magnum JHP's didn't penetrate his skull. Hospital staff recovered the bullets, they were mushroomed and embedded in his scalp.
In my shameful defense, I am only a 115 lb. man, therefore I am almost certain that if I had not played hooky from work that night, I would probably be dead.
"When seconds count, the police are minutes away"