Well, I sat there, kicking myself fo a good 15 minutes, took a drink & a chaw on some jerky (look, I picked up the lingo & everything!) had a smoke & watched 'em start to feed again, down at the bottom of the hillside. They started working back in my direction so I figured, 'heck, I gotta go down there anyways' I went back up on top to retrieve my pack & bounded off around the corner to try & keep downwind of the group. I made my way back down the hillside, keeping nice and low and quiet & finally got myself set in a nice little bush. I set myself up behind my bow, just like Mark & Curtis had shown me & waited for the group to get closer. And closer. And closer........
I got to concentrating on the big Red-head. Hard.
I was aware of the rest of the group, especially a little black number who struck me as a bit too small to shoot. I fnally got Ol' Red in my sights (so to speak) I figured that if'n I leant back ever so slightly, I'd have a clear shot, right through a gap in the brush. Slam Dunk, job done.
Unfortunately (yes, again!) as I started to come to draw, the little black feller (who was, by this point, a whole 8 or 9 feet away) saw me move, hollered & blew the whole darned lot of 'em about a hundred yards down the treeline. I didn't get any pics from here on in, I was shaking so much I'd probably only got a huge picture of my own eye anyway.......