I was shooting at the oval with two mates: Dave (shooting a PSA) and Matt (shooting an ACS). I'd actually been missing the milk bottle all afternoon at only 30 metres, but only by an inch or two. My mates kept joking about how my Hill bow (to them) is about as comfortable as putting a string on a gum tree and trying to launch an arrow from it. When Matt put the milk bottle out at 80 metres, I told them, "Fellows, to shoot this target, you need a Hill longbow. A Hill longbow is the only bow capable of hitting targets at this range, because of the magic put into them by Howard after that 185 yard elk." I aimed way-up above that bottle, and for about five minutes the arrow sailed beautifully through the air, and finally smacked the milk bottle perfectly! I let-out an Indian war whoop, and packed my bow away, as I'd run-out of good shots. My mates were dumbfounded, and they missed.