We came across a four-wheeler. About twelve yards away was a hunter, aiming a rifle. He had not noticed us approaching.
Greg tiptoed up to him, and in a quick, seemingly un-drunk movement, elbowed the hunter's head, making him fall sideways to the ground. Greg kicked him in the ear as I ran up to restrain him. The hunter was knocked out now, and Greg took the rifle from him.
He pointed the rifle at the hunter, and before I could stop him, he shot.