When I got the first glimpse of my intended target slinking through the woods toward me and I in it's realm sitting there holding a stick and feeling very inferior, I knew. When sitting in that ground blind and thinking I was actually going to get a shot heart racing, I knew. Holding my bow up trying not to shake to hard and realizing I had to wait for her to turn her head as not to see my draw, I knew. As I saw my big trad fletchings spinning toward their intended brown haired background and striking their mark, I knew. Standing over my first trad bow kill, I knew. I knew this was how it was supposed to feel for me.