Yesterday afternoon, I was out shooting at a tennis ball in the backyard. My neighbor and his brother-in-law were chatting nearby and called me over. After talking for a bit, the brother-in-law, eyeing my bow, says, "You any good with that?"
"I keep my freezer full, if that's what you mean."
"How far can you hit something? Can you hit that ball from here?"
I'd left the ball back about 60 yards from us. I nocked my arrow and let her fly. POP! Dead center! One skewered tennis ball.
My neighbor about wet himself. I acted like it was no big deal. The brother-in-law just stood there with this dumb look on his face.
It was awesome.