I consider myself a pretty experienced bow hunter, and 'good' shot. But even when conditions are right, sometimes we (bow hunters) do something that humbles us. This is one such occasion for me. Cull buck, broadside @ 20 yards, relaxed. I go through my shot routine... draw, find my kisser, touch nose to string, anchor thumb behind neck, center pin in the peep, find a single hair as my aiming point in the boiler room, and pull slow... and "WHAP"... FIVE INCHES RIGHT? What the hell happened? I obviously pulled the shot, but for the life of me can't remember how, but I did. Anyway, waited an hour, grabbed my black lab to help me track, and found him. All Liver. No lungs, no guts.
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