My mate Rick is an interesting rooster on account of being a bit one-eyed. Actually, he’s a lot one-eyed - the full monty. 100 per cent. One of his eyes was shot out while on active duty in the Sibling Wars of ‘64, when his older 12-year-old brother fired a hand-propelled missile at the advancing four-year-old. Big brother thought the one-sided stone fight was a good idea at the time - Rick did not. In fact, it would be many, many years before he’d allow himself to get stoned again!
Whether being ‘hunted’ as a child shaped Rick in any way is open to conjecture, but he did mature into a fine hunter despite the odds. The injury had left him ‘handicapped’. His lack of depth perception meant he couldn’t estimate distances accurately so, for example, he would pull off an incredible shot to drop a deer at 300m, only to find he’d shot a rabbit 50m away. His aim was also compromised. Whenever he looked through a scope and closed the other eye to focus on the target, everything went black. I suggested we try for a scope that had a reticle in braille, and he considered it for a bit.
Then I pointed out, “You could always look through the scope with your good eye!”