Some years ago, at ATAR, I bought a certain bow from Bernie Dunn, the mini-grunt. It was an Adcock ACS that he called “Someone Special”, and he truly treasured her. I know this because I paid an arm and a leg for her.
She is a pretty little wisp of a thing, 58” tall and, conforming to Bernie’s notions of women, lies about her weight. Bernie had made up a set of lightweight carbons for her skinny li’l string, outfitted with some mighty weighty heads, so that she could smack the yell out of a deer.
Two weeks ago I escorted her to the Tennessee Classic, where she embarassed all she met, including me. She outshot many, and gave me a few roll-your-eyes hits just to keep me in my place. But we lost no arrows and all had a good time on the course.
Today I took her into the Fred Bear course, knowing she would like to get some breathing room. Here is her first shot, on the in-and-outs leading to the main course.
Whoops, the pic is on my phone, which is in my chair next to the camp stove and down to 12% power. I will edit it in tomorrow.
(Time passes, I snore...)
It’s tomorrow.
I shot the Howard Hill course today, first light. As I was the only one there, it was a lovely walk in the woods with time to poke into nooks and crannies along the way. The course was set up beautifully, with many lifelike tableaus. It all looked very natural, from the buck waiting on a feeding doe, to the moose menaced by wolves, to the two bedded bucks, one having spotted me, was standing with tail up.
Great job, Baltimore!
We had a ball!!
Killdeer