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<blockquote data-quote="grit" data-source="post: 98456" data-attributes="member: 4112"><p>Tough call. Every shot I've made with a bow.</p><p></p><p>I'll go with a skunk one. We were hunting skunks by spotlight one night. We pulled up on a skunk, and I jumped out with my bow. Stripes put his tail up in warning and shuffled off at a cool trot. Stipes didn't shoot a bow, and so didn't realize how his presented organ made for a fine target. I got on him at about thirty yards, and tracked him for a few feet. The arrow seemed to let itself go, and stripes dropped in place as if shut off. </p><p></p><p>I cautiously aproached, and nuzzled the short circuited critter. No response, no smell. Hmm. I looked for my arrow. Upon findin it, I eyed it suspiciously. Sniff, sniff. Still no smell. I happily recovered my arrow, wiped it off with a rag, and continued on my merry way. Grit one, skunks zero. </p><p></p><p>Haachoo, achoo. Says I. Bless you, says the fellow behind the spotlight. Pretty soon my eyes start to itch. Rub rub. Now my nose starts to run. Now my lips are burning....</p><p></p><p>Holy fire! Next texas heart shot on a skunk will be with a gun!</p><p></p><p>Most memorable shot at big game, was the first succesful one. I practiced, and practiced, and practiced. I dry fired in various positions for months. I burned pounds of powder. Opening morning I spotted a buck at 250. He was trotting uphill. My knee hit the ground, the rifle came up by itself, tracked the deers shoulder by itself. The rain wet barrel belched a cloud of vapor. I couldn't see. Did I hit 'im? Whop! A slow smile spreads, and my hands start to shake a bit. </p><p></p><p>There's more. But you only asked for one, and I've already given two.... Lookin through the scope at 1k for the first time. The trigger breaks, the gun hops. I reach and lift an ear muff. A week passes on tiny feet.... Biing! A slow grin sneaks up the corners of my mouth, and keeps them there.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="grit, post: 98456, member: 4112"] Tough call. Every shot I've made with a bow. I'll go with a skunk one. We were hunting skunks by spotlight one night. We pulled up on a skunk, and I jumped out with my bow. Stripes put his tail up in warning and shuffled off at a cool trot. Stipes didn't shoot a bow, and so didn't realize how his presented organ made for a fine target. I got on him at about thirty yards, and tracked him for a few feet. The arrow seemed to let itself go, and stripes dropped in place as if shut off. I cautiously aproached, and nuzzled the short circuited critter. No response, no smell. Hmm. I looked for my arrow. Upon findin it, I eyed it suspiciously. Sniff, sniff. Still no smell. I happily recovered my arrow, wiped it off with a rag, and continued on my merry way. Grit one, skunks zero. Haachoo, achoo. Says I. Bless you, says the fellow behind the spotlight. Pretty soon my eyes start to itch. Rub rub. Now my nose starts to run. Now my lips are burning.... Holy fire! Next texas heart shot on a skunk will be with a gun! Most memorable shot at big game, was the first succesful one. I practiced, and practiced, and practiced. I dry fired in various positions for months. I burned pounds of powder. Opening morning I spotted a buck at 250. He was trotting uphill. My knee hit the ground, the rifle came up by itself, tracked the deers shoulder by itself. The rain wet barrel belched a cloud of vapor. I couldn't see. Did I hit 'im? Whop! A slow smile spreads, and my hands start to shake a bit. There's more. But you only asked for one, and I've already given two.... Lookin through the scope at 1k for the first time. The trigger breaks, the gun hops. I reach and lift an ear muff. A week passes on tiny feet.... Biing! A slow grin sneaks up the corners of my mouth, and keeps them there. [/QUOTE]
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