Headed out tomorrow afternoon for the lease. Hog gun is good, dove gun is good....... but that's not really why I'm going. I'm going on my first ever for real white tail hunt with my recurve. I must have checked that bow 15 times tonight, string is good, rest is good, tab is worn but comfy. Broadheads are sharp enough to shave hairs off my arm. Only variable is me. I'm as wound up as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs and I'm still hours away from even leaving to head out. It's not buck fever as I don't hunt for antlers so it's got to be the stupid stomach churning anticipation of sending a shaft down range at something other than my target. I hope to heck I can make a good solid shot if and when the time comes. I know my comfortable range. I know where I'm accurate. I know........ but I'm still stupidly nervous.
Wish us luck and wish me the knowledge not to jerk the string, tweek my wrist, torque the bow or snatch at a shot that I shouldn't take.
Pure. Nerves. Out. Of. Control.
Richard.
Wish us luck and wish me the knowledge not to jerk the string, tweek my wrist, torque the bow or snatch at a shot that I shouldn't take.
Pure. Nerves. Out. Of. Control.
Richard.
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