Last weekend, a good friend of ours came over for lunch. Knowing that I have had very little time to hunt this year and the freezer is looking a little grim, he showed up with a cooler full of frozen venison. This guy is a lifelong bowhunter (went to a compound when his longbow broke back in the 70's and never looked back), very successful but his family just doesn't care for venison so he's always sharing. Yesterday my wife put one of the roasts in the crockpot with carrots, onions, mushrooms, red wine and worked her usual magic with the seasoning - the smell of it slowly cooking tormented me all afternoon. Sat down to it around 6:00, mashed potatoes, roasted brussel sprouts - wonderful. About my third or fourth mouthfull I bit down on something that just about cracked one of my molars. I'm thinking "that's a heck of a bone fragment". Carefully felt around with my tongue and spit out a piece of expandable broadhead blade about 1/2"X1/4"! How I didn't slice my tongue open I'll never know. Just thankfull it didn't happen to my wife or one of my kids. Think I'll stick to my Zwickeys and Grizzlys.
Topic: One more reason I shoot Grizzly broadheads (Read 491 times)
