...he turned left.
He was about 25 yards to my right, and moving towards me and to my left - perfect. Each time he stepped behind a tree, I scooched a little more into position, and situated my bow. When he stepped out in the clear, I began my draw....
One thing the shoulder injury has caused me to do is to pay particular attention to my form; I can pull back with little pain as long as I use my back muscles...if I try to yank back with my shoulder, my eyes cross. So I sloowwlly squeezed my shoulder blades together and when the middle finger hit the corner of my mouth, the arrow was gone. The Stinger smacked high on the shoulder, and the young buck went straight down, spined. Once he quit thrashing, I sent another arrow through his lungs, insuring the quick recovery:
Not a huge deer, but much needed confidence boost, and sustenance for the winter.
"Tonight, there will be hunger in other lodges"
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