As he got inside 10 yards I slowly went to full draw, just in Hope's he would hesitate before taking off for good. He just kept coming, 8yards, 7, 6, 5, 4, at this point I'm beginning to think this is not such a great idea, he is mere feet off the end of my Grizzly Bruin broadhead, and he stinks so bad its choking me. He finally noticed me at about 5ft of so and froze. He was just off of straight on, and the only shot I had was the inch or so between his jawbone and point of the shoulder. Normally that angle would never even be a though of taking a shot, but at that distance I felt good about it.
At the release the arrow buried to the label, perfect, going straight back through him. Blood splattered everywhere, and landed on the reeds just in front of my bow, he turned sideways, ready to fight whatever had hit him but I threw another arrow at him, striking him low in the chest.
After the 2nd shot, he knew exactly where I was, and it was on. I jumped yo the right and put my bow between me and him, he was pissed. After coming st me once, he turned to run, I quickly reloaded and put another one in him as he was running away, it was high but at 20 or so yards running I was pleased.
He disappeared back up the trail he came from, I had to sit down, I though I 2as having a heart attack. In the excitement I felt like I pulled a muscle in my chest. I guess it was just the adrenaline, but as I sat there shaking I remembered why all that trudging through mud and reeds was worth it.
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