Thats how it starts. The first morning I ever went out my dad and I called one in to about 30 yards, I missed him and didn't get another shot that year. It didn't matter I was hooked for like. Two more seasons past without getting a shot, but I heard and saw a lot of birds everyyear but the closest I got one was 50 yards. The fourth year I went I took a bow and shot a couple times, once too far and the other was about 12 yards and I was thinking about 20 and skimmed his back. 4 years of not getting a bird and It was still my favorite thing in the world to do. Then my 5th year I got 2. Got 2 this year as well. It is awesome! Welcome to the Obsession and good luck next year. Feel free to ask us any questions you may have.