Paul

French is of no use. Perhaps I'll try with the lottery. Irreparably I am a looser with any game dealing with money.

"Bad to the bones" another song.
Here in France, breaking some bone is a no-no. Respect for the meat forbid to aim at the shoulder. That's why often our shooting is a tad back. When bumping onto a genuine trophy, it's another story. Nothing beat a shot right through the shoulders to anchor the trophy.
I agree, it's amazing that cats have their heart this back. Rhino isn't on my hunting list as far as I have won the lottery.
Talking about Richardson's books, I am damned. Some friends borrow them and they are never to be back again. I bought twice "the Perfect shot" and have none home.