After last year’s drama and learning how to live with it , I figured I’d hunt this year . I’ve been hunting hard since October 1 with my trusty flat bow I call “ Humble” . She’s every bit of it . 57 lbs of draw at 28” , some wood sandwiched between fiberglass. But in shooting, my biomechanics groove with it super easy . Now we’re dating .
Bow season 2020 has also been humbling. I’ve been exclusively still-hunting, stalking, and some quick sits . It’s safer if I don’t go a climbing’, as you might guess . It’s also much easier to maintain a constant body temperature, real or perceived. So , I’m a committed ground pounder .
It’s been super cool , though ! Eye level encounters at mere feet ! But as it goes in bow hunting, so it goes ...
But today , “Humble” stayed home . True , I’d been getting frustrated. But my bow stayed home due to the rain . I didn’t want to begin a blood trail with rain . Since I was hunting a patch with a muzzleloader/bow/shotgun rule , shotgun .
Talk about blessed ...
Like them not being able to figure out where the shot came from while I figured out the trajectory of a pumpkin ball .
...going down by an old oil lease road was also nice of them . Little dragging .
...showing up about the time I said ,”this is stupid “. Cold, cold rain.
...speaking of ; hadn’t been raining I’d still had my bow , and would’ve been staring at does in a hackberry thicket about 60 yards off ,thinking , “ that’d be a poke .”
...neither were exactly behemoths. Score !
Think God let me fill the freezer with a bit of a confidence booster . “Humble” and I are
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going back out Tuesday.
