I got to my spot at about 5:30 in the afternoon. It's ungodly hot here right now, but I knew game would be moving. Down here the critters have learned to cope with the heat better than I have. I settled in and knocked a arrow. Already I could feel beads of sweat formed on my brow, threatening to drip onto my glasses.
Just as I started to question the logic of leaving the A/C and that frosty home brew I have in the fridge I caught movement from the corner of my eye. He hadn't made me yet, he was intent on that sweet young thing to my left.
He paused about 16 yds from my, quartering slightly away.
I drew, picked and spot, and the arrow was gone.
The shot looked good, but the arrow didn't seem to slow down at all.
I almost forgot that brew in the fridge. Be right back...