Sorry for long post.
Uncle gave me an old Bear Blacktail Hunter, with wheels. I practiced all summer and opening afternoon of bow season i have a doe walk out at what i guessed was 25 yards. I emptied my quiver while she stood there wondering what was going on. When I climbed down to collect my muddy arrows she was actually 45 yards away. Next morning I have a beautiful 4 point walk out in a food plot at 15 yards. Arrow left the bow, turned on its left blinker, and went three feet in front of the deer. The same afternoon I'm hunting another food plot and have a doe come out at 15 yards again. Shot two arrows at her and never came close to hitting hair. I was so mad at myself I said I will not shoot another arrow at this deer. About that time I hear what sounds like a herd of cattle coming through the woods towards me. An entire bachelor group walks out into the plot from right under my stand. The biggest buck was a very large 6 point so I decide to let my last arrow fly. My last arrow missed him by at least 6 feet but I almost got him with my bow as I threw it out of the tree. Needless to say I've worked hard over the last 19 years to become a better archer. I've had a few more misses in the years since and more to come I'm sure but I will never forget my first weekend of bowhunting. That's why I love it so much, its hard.
