My first hunt was when I was 11 years old and my Grandmother bought me a fiberglass bow with wooden arrows. The shop keeper suggested field points, as I pleaded with her to purchase a "razor blade" arrow.

I set up near an under ground spring fed creek. I was shootin' the first animal that happened by. I noticed all of the birds were flyin' in and staying out of harms way because they could see this eager young lad waiting to stick something.

Idecided to climb the short, but steep hill to get closer to the game. AsI crawled to the top of the hill I noticed a bird about 15 yards away ... I pulled back on the string and gazed down the stickto the bird sitting on the branch.

I let the arrow fly ... it seemed like it was in slow motion. The arrow, as soon as it left my bow seemed to be flying over my intended target. Just as that thought came to mind the arrow began to fall and pierced the bird ...dead center.

Wow!
As I walked up to my trophy, I soon realized that not only had my arrow pierced the bird but was still imbedded. The bird was half way between my delicate fletching and my "razor blade" tip.
After thinking over my dilemma, I stood on the bird with both feet and began to wiggle and work the "razor blade" tip back out of the hole it had entered, guts and all.

After that experience, I was a little more cautious ...I was ready to move up to a Daisy BB gun!