This happened a long time ago, to my dad's friend's mom's dad

There was this hunter that always went hunting in the mountains, it was a very long walk to get to where he was going, so he would stop at this small little house, the only house that was in the mountains, that this old lady lived at and would drink coffee and talk with her and then he would leave and go hunting (at night) and for days he's been watching this reindeer, but never got it, so he came up with the idea of going earlier and the next day he was walking and he didn't stop at the old lady's house and he climbed in a tree that was above the river and waited for the reindeer. It got darker and he saw the reindeer drinking from the river and shot its leg and the reindeer ran limping away. The guy got out of the tree and started chasing the reindeer. He saw a trail of blood and started following it and it led to the cabin that the old lady lived at. He slowly walked closer to the house and as he got closer to the house he started hearing noises of something in pain so he peaked through the house (The wall was made of sticks) and saw his friend, the old lady laying on the floor, crying with a bullet wound on her leg. He saw this and went running all the way back home and never went hunting again.