At this point, he's going to intersect me at 5-8 yards. I'm pumped...ready to shoot as soon as he's in a shooting lane.
Well, I wish I was a little more tan. He got about 12 yards from me and saw my white face shining.
He stopped so fast, it looked like a dog on point.
It was all or nothing...even though he was slightly quartering to me (I know, I know)
Despite the angle, I drew and put that arrow exactly where I wanted it. It's surprising thinking back on it.....it just happens so fast. I didn't think about anchoring or anything. Love that feeling.