'Tis a sad tale of woe I will now relate. This morning I went out to my alfala field place, and goats were everywhere. There is a stream line that separates two large fields, and the grass and cover is substantial. I sat in there for a while, checking out various antelope, watching how they were moving, and I spied a solitary buck who seemed to be feeding pretty close to the stream. He wasn't particularly big, but he appeared to be cooperative, so I decided to see if I could stalk within range.
30 slow minutes later, I was within striking distance. Waiting for the buck to turn for a broadside, I nocked an arrow, tried to clear a bit of grass that was in the way of my limbs, and prepared. I remember looking right at his vital area, right up until I drew and fired one right over his back. He flinched, looked around, and started to grab some grass. So, marksman that I am, I loaded up and fired another one right over him. PICK A SPOT, IDIOT!!
Well, that was enough for him, so he trotted off to join his other unharmed buddies. Did I mention that I paced the shot off afterword, and it was 15 yards?
Probably one of the easiest shots I have ever blown. 15 yards, broadside, feeding antelope.
After he left, I took out a stumping arrow and nailed a dirt clod at 25 paces.
This doesn't leave me brimming over with confidence for next week when the real show begins with elk.
I'm going stump shooting now; looks like I could use the practice.
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