What a great post...

Shultzy will like this one....one evening I had a doe come in....at 20 yards and I was hunting with my osage stick bow with flint....I drew back.... shot in the dirt...she thentrotted in a half moon direction around in front of me...I shot again...shot in the dirt!......again in the half moon she was now off to my left...on the 3rd shot at about 18 yards I buried my flint through her liver up into the lungs....the next morning I found her about 50 yards into the corn....what a hunt...!! back in 1995

In 1991..I was hunting state land with my old Golden Eagle Super Hawk Turbocompound (I had 2 arrows in my quiver)...This 8 point started making a scrape at 18 yards..I blew over his back.....he stopped and started making his scrape again...I shot again and blew over his back again...and then he ran to the base of my tree and stopped at 8 yards and fed on some acorns.....out of arrows... I yelled....Get the *^%(*&(^%* out of here!!! I was very upset at my uncle that night....because he told me.....you only need to carry 2 arrows in the woods....Its experiences like this that make the passion burn inside to go back out in the woods....Its 2008 and I'm still missing...and still killing....