Velocity kills
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Everyone has a lesson or two in Bowhunting that they learned the hard way. No matter what age you were, stubborn kid or a set in your ways shooter, we all learned an a lesson or two. Lets hear it.
Mine:
I was around 13 or so and had been shooting for a while and bowhunting for a few years. I just upgraded to a Browning Bridger 2 from a hand me down Darton. I started shooting it and began to turn up the pounds the more i shot. Soon it was a struggle to pull it back. My step dad consistantly said," You dont want to have it that high, if you struggle now wait until you have been on stand and cold and stiff you wont be able to pull it back!"
Yeah right... i knew what i was doing!
First morning of bow season October 3rd I was on top pf a big oak ridge with my step dad a few hundred yards away. It was a cold morning around 10 degrees or so. At around 9:30 a large doe came feeding right by me. I was nervous, heart racing, couldnt wait to stick her. I turned as she was 20 yards and I went to draw back.I couldnt! Imagine that!!! I kept trying. Finally I got it back...she was locked on me...I was wore out and shot over her back. She trotted off across the ridge.
As I sat there and watched her my step dads word played in my head. Just then I heard the sound of a deer blow ... running and a crash. She made a mistake of going by him. He didnt have the problems i had.
I learned that day by words and proof!
Mine:
I was around 13 or so and had been shooting for a while and bowhunting for a few years. I just upgraded to a Browning Bridger 2 from a hand me down Darton. I started shooting it and began to turn up the pounds the more i shot. Soon it was a struggle to pull it back. My step dad consistantly said," You dont want to have it that high, if you struggle now wait until you have been on stand and cold and stiff you wont be able to pull it back!"
Yeah right... i knew what i was doing!
First morning of bow season October 3rd I was on top pf a big oak ridge with my step dad a few hundred yards away. It was a cold morning around 10 degrees or so. At around 9:30 a large doe came feeding right by me. I was nervous, heart racing, couldnt wait to stick her. I turned as she was 20 yards and I went to draw back.I couldnt! Imagine that!!! I kept trying. Finally I got it back...she was locked on me...I was wore out and shot over her back. She trotted off across the ridge.
As I sat there and watched her my step dads word played in my head. Just then I heard the sound of a deer blow ... running and a crash. She made a mistake of going by him. He didnt have the problems i had.
I learned that day by words and proof!