Oh Ye of Little Faith,
Alright, Alright, you don't believe my little Sunset Hill got ruined with mule deer blood. I must add before we go any farther that I was totally innocent in this adventure.
Sure, I failed to kill a bull in elk season so my freezer was looking a bit empty, and sure, I hadn't killed anything since my return from Australia in July, but that was no reason for this bow to jump up and shoot a fat doe on the second day of the season.
The only thing I could do after that was take a few photos (the ones with me in them are too ugly to look at), and when I put the bow beside the deer for a good Hill Bow Picture, I failed to notice the leather handle was laying right against the entrance wound (derned Ribteks anyway, they always make such a big hole.)
Well, a picture is worth a thousand words (how much are two pictures worth?)