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Back in the early 70's we were camped in a woodlot on my GrandDad's farm.
Next to the woodlot was a fresh mown hayfield.....in the middle of the hayfield was a woodchuck den,complete with main entrance,2nd entrance,and 3 or 4 "peek-holes".....On the other side of the hayfield was a pasture field with many small trees and scrub bushes.
I had a 50# Bear Alaskan and a bunch of cedar arrows with field points and I spent the better part of a day picking a tree or bush in the pasrure and seeing how close I could get to the woodchuck den. There was one small thornapple tree,that if I drew back and put the tip of my field point on it,I could drop the arrow about 3-4 feet from the main hole.
The next morning,my cousin came down for breakfast.....
After we ate,we walked out to the edge of the hayfield and we both saw the woodchuck about the same time. The conversation went like this.....
Cousin, "Hey look,there's a woodchuck"
Me, "I'm gonna go get my bow and shoot it"
Cousin, "You couldn't hit him with a .22, He's over 150 yards!!!!!"
I took my bow and nocked an arrow. Then I drew back,anchored,and placed the tip of my arrow on the little thornapple tree. The string slipped from my fingers.....The arrow flies through the air.....It starts to drop.....and then it hits.....PINNING THE WOODCHUCK TO THE GROUND.