Okay, maybe not, but I'm no less proud of it.
Six months of daily shooting, critiquing, and general frustration culminated this morning in one glorious moment. After a brief battle with the dog for one of her favored tennis balls, I strung it up on the target to begin my daily routine of "close but no cigar."
I nocked an arrow on my new found love (a 64" 45# Bamabows Elite Classic) knelt down, drew back, and let her fly...
Now, lately I've been grouping roughly 6" at 15 yards, which isn't bad by any stretch. A kill shot on a whitetail either way you look at it, but I knew I could do better...
I immediately felt it as I watched the arrow sink into that bright green orb dangling on a string. 2 weeks to go, and I am ready.