This was all he needed and he steps out at the edge of the trees. He was everything I'd hoped he'd be during the anticipation. I promptly wet myself and briefly forgot my own name!
He stands there staring at her...and stands there...and stands there...perfectly broadside. One time he looks back over his shoulder and I get to see more of his headgear.
I start talking myself through the shot... "I want the arrow there...so I need to hold at the top of his back there..." "Full draw...anchor...hold...hold..."
"I DRILLED HIM! I DRILLED HIM!"
The bruiser tears away from the trees, breaks the fletched end of the arrow in the first 15 yds, and is screaming toward the does' exit.
"Go down...go down...!"
Not 80 yds later, he nose-dives into the pasture like an antlered tractor. I see his white belly and a few leg kicks and I know he's done!
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!