Well the wind died and fifteen minutes later I hear something in the bushes. I look over and a NIH 7 is wrecking a yopon bush. His little buddy comes out in the road and he stays tearing up the tree. The cowhorn walks to me at 40 yards. I am thinking this is in the books. Well the seven comes out, man he was tall and may have had a broke g2, and stops at 48 yards drinking water. The cowhorn turns and heads back to him so I draw at him and he's quartering away with no idea I am there. Then the wind starts blowing and doesn't stop. It blew so hard I couldn't shoot and had to let the draw down to hold on to the tree. Man! Oh well. That's the way bow hunting goes I reckon.
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