In an awkward position, slowly drawing and trying to manage my anchor. I could feel the sweat rolling down my back as I strained to locate a spot on my target. A mosquito buzzed somehwere near my ear as I zoned in on the tips of the grass my arrow needed to pass through in order to hit my target beyond...The release just happened.
I watch in disbelief as my arrow spins away towards the spot I burned a hole in....barely touching the blades of grass.
THWACK!
I ease my way forward, careful to choose my footing amid the boulders and logs. I see my arrow, standing erect as if to guide my way.
I retrieve my trophy. A 4x4" foam block. I just made the dreaded bedded buck target suffer for all those prior misses.
It was an amazing dream. I wish I didn't have to miss the Muzzy this year...have fun everyone.