Good shootin' there, Stone! Coincidentally, I just had my Big Five and some self-made cedars in the woods out back, shooting through high grass and brush at maurauding wild bag targets and a nasty mean feral foam javalina that has been hanging around and testing my patience. It was nip and tuck but after careful maneuvering and a few tough-angle shots the cedars managed to put'em all down before the death charge. Had to stop though, was having way too much fun.
While looking over the targetbeasts I found the remnants of a carbon arrow that had been ravaged, apparently at the hands of a wild rebar or rockcritter. There was still fresh glue around the vinyl, the nock had been entirely consumed and the feathers were ripped completely off the carcass! Must have been a horrible ending for the little plastic fella. Guess the wild is no place to play for sissyshafts.
Topic: Wood's more fun (Read 672 times)
