Yup,
True story. Some years I’ve spent many, many enjoyable hours weekend after weekend being part of the woods with never getting a shot. Then yesterday, the first morning I’ve had time to go hunting this year, a 10 pointer just came along at 10:15- stopped in his tracks at my grunt, and I watched the arrow with its slight arc travel 26 yards to arrive at the exact spot I had placed the pin in the split second I had to make the shot.
That’s when, hunting alone, I realized I had a problem. I had a 10 pointer down in the farthest corner of our property. I thought about getting it out all by myself but quickly realized that would be extremely difficult with the terrain. Lucky for me there were a couple of Eagle Scouts sitting at my house an hour away! How great to see a truck coming down the narrow road through the pines an hour and half or so after the cell call! The phone-a-friend of bow hunting. 😀
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