braod side, 15 yds.....breath rusty breath. I was leaned back in the shodows of a dead fall leaning against a snag. I start me draw, leaned out a bit....just kept thinking "back pressure" back pressure, back pressure......then the string dropped. I saw the arrow disappear into the black side somewhere very close to the knuckle. The bear larch foward, reacting as quick as any white tail I've ever shot at. the bear bolted up the creek and out of sight.
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