I quickly crouched down on my knees, bow up, just downstream of the hide. There would be no rising up to shoot, I would shoot as the first bull came into view downstream of my hide. Bow was darn near horizontal. About all I would need to do was draw.
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When I'd seen them briefly, they were single file, head down, had that heading to the barn look about them.
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I was ready, with my last arrow on the string. And if I need to say it I was determined to make that arrow count.
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I felt cool as a cucumber but it was hard not to risk a peek over the blind.