Vance was putting a little too much pressure on himself during this outing. A couple of errant shots had him grumbling to himself.
I understood completely... hell, I don't hit every bird I shoot at. (at least not this time out!)
I got a ringside seat as he walked into the middle of a good sized flock of frying size birds.
One by one they got up around him. First one on the right and now one on the left. Vance double clutched as one came up almost underfoot and misnocked the arrow... I know what the bugger had in mind! He was want'n to wing shoot a sage hen. That's a tall order folks!!!
Well, he settled on evening the score on a nice plump bird that decided walking was better than taking the A train.
The little Super Shrew spit that carbon arrow right through the chest of the big gray bomber and it was down.
We got this picture as we ran out of light and chickens.