For once, the wind was in my favor. If only everything else would roll my way. I had quietly worked my way around a steep staircase and spotted a young feedbag napping a mere 10 yards away. I had a small shooting lane just to the right of a leaning broom sapling. Silently, I bent the 3 bamboo lams in my HH Tembo to a near perfect parabolic arc and released....
ahhh, darn basement trees!
A bit of work with the dremel tool and I was able to free the arrow. So much for that not-so-innocent broom sapling!