Friday, September 19, 2008
2008 Deer Season
Well, archery season started last weekend and I have been out twice so far. Both times, the mosquitos have had the last laugh. So far I have seen nothing with bow in hand, but have seen 2 nice big bucks in preseason scouting trips. My plan is to hold out on shooting anything until I have had a chance at my big bucks. I have passed up the opportunity to go out a couple of days due to extreme heat. I dont want to alert them to my presence until its too late, (for them). It is supposed to be colder this weekend , and I do plan to give it a whirl. I am hoping to have a new pic to display one of these days. Until then, Ill just keep posting.
Friday, May 9, 2008
The Wild Turkeys Won
Well, tomorrow is the last day of Wild Turkey Season in NC for Spring 2008. I did not spend as much time as I would like to have out there, but I gave it a try.
Due to the kindness of a new friend, I was able to hunt for one evening and one morning on some land with a healthy Turkey population. I managed to see one hen from about 100 yards away, and walking in the other direction. That same day I heard 3 gobblers, each on different sides of me but they were decidedly uninterested in my calls. I guess Ill spend the summer trying to learn how to use a Wild Turkey call and in finding some decent places to hunt them.
Go figure, the same area I normally hunt, I saw a flock of them walking one day during deer season and could have easily bagged one with an arrow. I guess they knew they were out of season then.
Due to the kindness of a new friend, I was able to hunt for one evening and one morning on some land with a healthy Turkey population. I managed to see one hen from about 100 yards away, and walking in the other direction. That same day I heard 3 gobblers, each on different sides of me but they were decidedly uninterested in my calls. I guess Ill spend the summer trying to learn how to use a Wild Turkey call and in finding some decent places to hunt them.
Go figure, the same area I normally hunt, I saw a flock of them walking one day during deer season and could have easily bagged one with an arrow. I guess they knew they were out of season then.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
March 2008 Boar Hunt
Big Brunswick Boar
March 21, 2008
This was the second bowhunting trip for me to the North Carolina Coast in search of a large Feral Hog, and the first hunting trip I had been on with my brother in many years. This hunting location had been good to me before and I had high hopes that my brother would at least be successful, and as a secondary, that I would have some luck also. Well, it proved to be a very eventful trip for the both of us.
We left for the coast at around lunchtime on a Friday afternoon and arrived on location just in time to get ready and get out for an afternoon hunt. For me, the afternoon started off very uneventful, with exception of more squirrels than anyone could count and a breeding pair of Wood Ducks.
My brother is a gun-hunter for the most part, so I knew that when I heard that 44 magnum crack through the silence of the woods that my brother had probably sealed the deal on his first feral hog. That was great for me to hear, because that meant our trip was already a successful one on the first afternoon, and well before dusk.
With the thought that we already had one hog down, I was less anxious, even though I hadn’t seen anything yet. With daylight quickly fading, I was contemplating unloading my bow and starting down from my tree. Within seconds of that thought, I heard something coming through the thicket in my direction. My heart raced as I stood up and readied myself for a possible shot. When I finally caught a glimpse of what was coming towards me, I could barely contain myself. It was pitch black and bigger than anything I had ever seen in the woods of my home state (or anywhere for that matter). Well, when I saw this big boar, I knew that I had no choice but to take him out, and that my shot must be perfect. The thought of getting down from my tree with this big boy still running around was not a thought that I was comfortable with. By the time he was in range, I was ready for the shot. He came in around a big Oak tree, and walked out into some shallow water perfectly broadside to me. He was eating corn that was underwater, and when he stuck his head under water the second time, I drew my arrow. By this time, it was almost dark and the boar being black did not help in my finding the perfect spot for my shot. I did not matter, because I was in my zone. I very consciously went through all the steps needed to assure a great shot and gently touched off my release. The arrow hit its mark with near perfection and I was exhilarated to see him running off with my arrow in tow. I heard the arrow snap in two and the enormous boar crashed through the thicket away from the swamp. Within seconds there was nothing but silence. I knew in my heart that it was a done deal, but was still concerned that he might just be wounded. A wounded boar of this size was not a fight I was willing to attempt. At this time, I was shaking/shivering uncontrollably. After a few minutes, I regained my composure.
I had previously heard a truck near the trailhead to where I was hunting and expected it was my brother coming to pick me up. Luckily my cell phone had a signal and I gave him a ring. He started in with a light and his gun, heeding my warning about the boar. By the time he arrived at my stand, I was working my way down. Together, we tracked the copious blood-trail, found my broken arrow, and quickly found my boar lying on the side of the main trail. He was enormous, and again my elation was uncontrollable. This was the largest game animal that I had ever taken with any weapon, and I knew that he would put me in good standings for the 2008 NC Bowhunting records.
My brother and I struggled to drag the boar out to the road, and then again to get him into the bed of the truck beside his reddish boar taken earlier that evening. This was the sign of an unbelievable success from one afternoon of swamp hunting.
We took the hogs back to our base-camp, took pictures and shared the stories of our exciting hunts with the other hunters already back at camp.The boar has not been officially measured or weighed, but he was estimated at over 200 pounds and the skull looks like it will be around 17 ½ inches. This was a great boar by anyone’s definition. My brothers’ boar was about half the size, but equally momentous. This trip was a great success and a great time for the both of us.
Texas Shootout Javelina Bow Hunt
February 7-11, 2008 This was my first trip to Texas, and my first ever Javelina hunt. Our destination was the Callaghan Ranch in Laredo, TX. Bowhunting for Javelina 20 miles north of Mexico...this has to be good!
The trip came as a surprise to me and I got involved on very short notice. A group of guys from the Guilford Bowhunters Association had planned the trip and there was an article in the NCBA Magazine in regards.
Well, I had never really been to Texas, nor had I really ever thought about hunting Javelina, but the price was reasonable, and it got me interested in the experience as a whole.
After all the preparation was complete, we met up in Greensboro and started our long drive to just north of Laredo, Texas. Our final destination was the Callaghan Ranch.
After about 2 days of driving, we arrived at the ranch with hundreds of other hunters for the big annual event. We waited outside the gate in a line of trucks and trailers as far as you could see. This ranch is really unbelievable for a North Carolina resident. We were told that the ranch encompassed over 100,000 acres, and approximately 92,000 acres were set aside for hunting. The amount of open space in Texas is unreal.
Once we got signed in, we setup our campsite for the week. We then spent the rest of the afternoon scouting out likely productive areas for Javelina, putting out corn and flagging our zones.
The first night was a very anxious night for me. I had all sorts of expectations and high hopes for the next few days of hunting.
Morning came and we set out full of anticipation of the days events. As soon as we got there, I constructed a natural blind out of some extremely prickly plant life on the side of a sendero. As the sun came up, I was forced to start shedding clothes. I watched Cottontail rabbits enjoying the freshly laid corn in the center of the sendero, as I realized I may not catch sight of a Javelina on this first morning of hunting. The excitement of hunting in a new location and the abundant interesting plants and other wildlife kept me entertained all morning. We returned to the camp and shared stories of what we all did or didn’t see over a quick lunch.
That afternoons hunt was basically more of the same until just before dusk. I began to here some movement coming through the brush. Shortly after, a small pack of Javelina made their way out of the brush and started crunching loudly on the corn that was strewn down the sendero. I immediately grabbed my bow and quiver and began my silent stalk down the edge of the sendero in attempt to catch the pack unaware. Being new to this game, I moved very slowly trying to close the gap of 75 yards down to a distance where I could get a safe shot. The closer I got, the more Javelina started to appear out in the open. There were approximately 12-15 eating corn at this point. Almost as quickly as they appeared, they started to disappear one by one into the thicket on the other side. By the time I reached the 50-yard mark, the majority of the Javelina had moved back into the brush. I had missed my opportunity to seal the deal. Although I was frustrated that I missed my window for a shot, it was very exciting to see them and earned a learning experience. I learned that when you see them, you need to move very quickly and that you can sneak to within 50 yards much more quickly than what I had attempted. The end of the days hunt had arrived and we headed back to camp.
Well, I had never really been to Texas, nor had I really ever thought about hunting Javelina, but the price was reasonable, and it got me interested in the experience as a whole.
After all the preparation was complete, we met up in Greensboro and started our long drive to just north of Laredo, Texas. Our final destination was the Callaghan Ranch.
After about 2 days of driving, we arrived at the ranch with hundreds of other hunters for the big annual event. We waited outside the gate in a line of trucks and trailers as far as you could see. This ranch is really unbelievable for a North Carolina resident. We were told that the ranch encompassed over 100,000 acres, and approximately 92,000 acres were set aside for hunting. The amount of open space in Texas is unreal.
Once we got signed in, we setup our campsite for the week. We then spent the rest of the afternoon scouting out likely productive areas for Javelina, putting out corn and flagging our zones.
The first night was a very anxious night for me. I had all sorts of expectations and high hopes for the next few days of hunting.
Morning came and we set out full of anticipation of the days events. As soon as we got there, I constructed a natural blind out of some extremely prickly plant life on the side of a sendero. As the sun came up, I was forced to start shedding clothes. I watched Cottontail rabbits enjoying the freshly laid corn in the center of the sendero, as I realized I may not catch sight of a Javelina on this first morning of hunting. The excitement of hunting in a new location and the abundant interesting plants and other wildlife kept me entertained all morning. We returned to the camp and shared stories of what we all did or didn’t see over a quick lunch.
That afternoons hunt was basically more of the same until just before dusk. I began to here some movement coming through the brush. Shortly after, a small pack of Javelina made their way out of the brush and started crunching loudly on the corn that was strewn down the sendero. I immediately grabbed my bow and quiver and began my silent stalk down the edge of the sendero in attempt to catch the pack unaware. Being new to this game, I moved very slowly trying to close the gap of 75 yards down to a distance where I could get a safe shot. The closer I got, the more Javelina started to appear out in the open. There were approximately 12-15 eating corn at this point. Almost as quickly as they appeared, they started to disappear one by one into the thicket on the other side. By the time I reached the 50-yard mark, the majority of the Javelina had moved back into the brush. I had missed my opportunity to seal the deal. Although I was frustrated that I missed my window for a shot, it was very exciting to see them and earned a learning experience. I learned that when you see them, you need to move very quickly and that you can sneak to within 50 yards much more quickly than what I had attempted. The end of the days hunt had arrived and we headed back to camp.
The most interesting thing about this trip was the abundant wildlife that I was able to view.
The first night at the check station, I saw a Badger, several Javelinas, and a 5 foot Diamondback Rattlesnake. The guy who brought in the rattler wanted the rattle, another guy wanted the meat, and a member of my hunting party wanted the skin. He makes his own bows and uses snake skins laminated to the limbs to add character.
It was apparent by the next morning that this location was definitely an afternoon location. The morning was filled with sights of Cottontails and other life, but no Javelina. I awaited the evening hours anxiously in hopes that the same pack would return for an afternoon meal. My hopes were fulfilled when I heard the return of the pack just before dusk. I had built a new blind closer to where they had emerged the day before and it paid off. This time I moved much more quickly and got to within 40 yards before they started to disappear. As some of the larger Javelina started to head out, I decided that my only shot would be from 40 yards. This is a longer shot than I am accustomed to, but decided to attempt the shot. I picked the largest one that was in the clear, put my pin on him and let the arrow fly. I saw the arrow hit the mark as the Javelina squealed. My heart was beating like a moths wings at this point. I ran down to where the Javelina charged through the brush and I started wailing on my Javelina call. I could hear the deep grunts of numerous Javelina just inside the brush line, but never got a clear look. The pack finally dispersed and I started trying to track my quarry. I was immediately discouraged by the lack of sign of a good shot even though I saw the arrow hit its mark. I searched with the help of one of my hunting partners to no avail. We found nothing, and very discouraged we were forced to give up as the day faded into dark. It is always very hard to give up the trail on an animal that you have shot, but sometimes you have no choice. The next morning it was obvious that the Javelina had been downed by the cries of multiple coyotes in the immediate area of my hunt the day before. My Javelina was found within 30 yards of where we were looking.
Although this bothered me deeply, I decided to hunt another spot where Javelina had been spotted on both the preceding morning hunts. This day had a different feel. When the sun came up, there was a thick fog consuming the sendero where I was hunting. Around 8 am, two mature Javelina popped out of the brush within 25 yards of me. To my delight, one started down the sendero in my direction, converting my expected stalk into a waiting game. It did not take long for the animal to approach my blind directly facing me at about 10 yards. Lucky for me I had already drawn my arrow and was ready to let it loose. I waited for the animal to turn slightly to the side and loosed my arrow. The arrow struck the medium sized sow in the front of the chest and exited low behind the ribs. My arrow laid glowing red in the sand of the sendero while the animal furiously ran off to about 20 yards before falling. I had taken my first Javelina. After a brief photo session, we took my prize back to the check station to register my harvest. She weighed 43 pounds, and I could not have been more excited. I had hoped to bag one of these animals, but you never really know what will happen on a hunt like this.
Although the rest of the hunt was exciting, I did not get another chance to bag my second Javelina, but was completely satisfied with the successes of my hunt. This beautiful and interesting little animal will find a place on my wall and stimulate memories for me for the rest of my life.
It was apparent by the next morning that this location was definitely an afternoon location. The morning was filled with sights of Cottontails and other life, but no Javelina. I awaited the evening hours anxiously in hopes that the same pack would return for an afternoon meal. My hopes were fulfilled when I heard the return of the pack just before dusk. I had built a new blind closer to where they had emerged the day before and it paid off. This time I moved much more quickly and got to within 40 yards before they started to disappear. As some of the larger Javelina started to head out, I decided that my only shot would be from 40 yards. This is a longer shot than I am accustomed to, but decided to attempt the shot. I picked the largest one that was in the clear, put my pin on him and let the arrow fly. I saw the arrow hit the mark as the Javelina squealed. My heart was beating like a moths wings at this point. I ran down to where the Javelina charged through the brush and I started wailing on my Javelina call. I could hear the deep grunts of numerous Javelina just inside the brush line, but never got a clear look. The pack finally dispersed and I started trying to track my quarry. I was immediately discouraged by the lack of sign of a good shot even though I saw the arrow hit its mark. I searched with the help of one of my hunting partners to no avail. We found nothing, and very discouraged we were forced to give up as the day faded into dark. It is always very hard to give up the trail on an animal that you have shot, but sometimes you have no choice. The next morning it was obvious that the Javelina had been downed by the cries of multiple coyotes in the immediate area of my hunt the day before. My Javelina was found within 30 yards of where we were looking.
Although this bothered me deeply, I decided to hunt another spot where Javelina had been spotted on both the preceding morning hunts. This day had a different feel. When the sun came up, there was a thick fog consuming the sendero where I was hunting. Around 8 am, two mature Javelina popped out of the brush within 25 yards of me. To my delight, one started down the sendero in my direction, converting my expected stalk into a waiting game. It did not take long for the animal to approach my blind directly facing me at about 10 yards. Lucky for me I had already drawn my arrow and was ready to let it loose. I waited for the animal to turn slightly to the side and loosed my arrow. The arrow struck the medium sized sow in the front of the chest and exited low behind the ribs. My arrow laid glowing red in the sand of the sendero while the animal furiously ran off to about 20 yards before falling. I had taken my first Javelina. After a brief photo session, we took my prize back to the check station to register my harvest. She weighed 43 pounds, and I could not have been more excited. I had hoped to bag one of these animals, but you never really know what will happen on a hunt like this.
Although the rest of the hunt was exciting, I did not get another chance to bag my second Javelina, but was completely satisfied with the successes of my hunt. This beautiful and interesting little animal will find a place on my wall and stimulate memories for me for the rest of my life.
Friday, March 7, 2008
First Archery Buck
November 10, 2007It was the peak of the rut during North Carolina Rifle season. I had been hunting since the first of Archery season in September. I had multiple opportunities on some small whitetail bucks and a few small does but passed in hopes for a mature deer to be my first successful Archery deer. One buck that I passed on was a small 4 pointer on some farmland near my home. I am sure that he was less than 2 years old. One day while hunting at the farm, I became disgusted when I saw that another hunter had shot, with a rifle, that same small 4 point buck. It was a legal harvest, but the reason it bothered me is that this group of hunters come in from out of town and shoot whatever they see, with no apparent regard for improving the herd. I had been trying to use deer management mentality in my choice of animals to harvest. I try to limit myself to mature bucks and almost any doe that’s not a yearling. But since I don’t own the land and the owner was generous enough to allow me to hunt, there is really nothing I could say. Although, the landowner was somewhat put out with the small buck being taken as well. This and the fact that I had been bowhunting without harvest for 3 years brought me to a decision. I decided it was time for me to take a deer and stop passing on them.
I had been saving a spot behind my house for the rut, and it was time to test it out. I had a homemade feeder made from a 5-gallon bucket and a stick. I knew that some deer were frequenting the area, but wasn’t aware of any big bucks coming around. Several small does appeared and had some corn, and I did not want to shoot the over the corn, so they filled their bellies and made their way. Soon after a small cow-horn buck came through with its nose tight to the ground. Fortunately, I was ready, and he stopped for a split second in the danger zone. Despite my feelings on shooting immature deer, I let my arrow fly. I could tell by the look on his face that he was a goner. I watched as the small buck ran about 50 yards and fell. The relief of seeing the deer go down was overwhelming. I had finally downed a Whitetail Deer with archery gear. My work, practice, patience and all the other things you need to be a successful bowhunter had finally come together and brought my goal to fruition. I could not have been any more excited. I did have some regrets on having passed up many bigger bucks than this one, just to end up shooting a small buck anyway. That is hunting…you have to evaluate every situation, make a decision, and then live with that decision.
With the assistance of my hunting buddy, Matt we brought the deer back to my home. We took some great photos with my oldest daughter excitedly close-by.
This was not a big deer, and not a trophy to some people, but it was the biggest trophy in my hunting career at the time, and freezer full of tasty venison!
I had been saving a spot behind my house for the rut, and it was time to test it out. I had a homemade feeder made from a 5-gallon bucket and a stick. I knew that some deer were frequenting the area, but wasn’t aware of any big bucks coming around. Several small does appeared and had some corn, and I did not want to shoot the over the corn, so they filled their bellies and made their way. Soon after a small cow-horn buck came through with its nose tight to the ground. Fortunately, I was ready, and he stopped for a split second in the danger zone. Despite my feelings on shooting immature deer, I let my arrow fly. I could tell by the look on his face that he was a goner. I watched as the small buck ran about 50 yards and fell. The relief of seeing the deer go down was overwhelming. I had finally downed a Whitetail Deer with archery gear. My work, practice, patience and all the other things you need to be a successful bowhunter had finally come together and brought my goal to fruition. I could not have been any more excited. I did have some regrets on having passed up many bigger bucks than this one, just to end up shooting a small buck anyway. That is hunting…you have to evaluate every situation, make a decision, and then live with that decision.
With the assistance of my hunting buddy, Matt we brought the deer back to my home. We took some great photos with my oldest daughter excitedly close-by.
This was not a big deer, and not a trophy to some people, but it was the biggest trophy in my hunting career at the time, and freezer full of tasty venison!
My first successful Bowhunt
After multiple attempts to align our schedules, my hunting buddy Scott and I finally were headed down to a small tract of lease land in Southeastern NC. I met Scott through the NCBA.
We arrived early afternoon on a hot day during the first week of August 2007.
Once on the property, we met up with Scott’s business partner Mack. We quickly checked on several feeders and the signs were looking good for feral hogs in this area.
My stand location was about 20 yards from a corn feeder, just on the inside edge of a nice coastal swamp. A walking trail snaked along the edge of the swamp out to the access road. On the opposite side of the walking trail was an immense briar thicket field where the bottomland monster hogs called home. I was hunting several hundred yards off of the access road at the second feeder in. It was hot in the stand and my mosquito netting was much appreciated.
After an hour or so of waiting, the corn feeder started throwing out the afternoon meal to the benefit of the impatient local wildlife. The first visitors were squirrels. Within a half an hour some larger locals made their presence known. A large black object scurried through at around 100 yards behind me.
The first to come warily out of the thicket was a medium-sized reddish brown boar. He was directly across from my location and then started down the walking path away from me. While closely watching for all signs of an ambush, the boar slowly started towards the draw of a free meal. I carefully drew an arrow back on my 2007 Ross Cardiac. I watched the boar as it walked in directly facing me, leaving me with no viable shot. To his misfortune, he turned just slightly leaving me a small window for a shot. Knowing that the boar was just about to come over the trail I walked in on, and most likely leaving in a hurry, I took the shot. The broadhead hit the animal hard, leaving the crimson arrow lying in the sand behind where the boar was standing. After a brief but fierce retaliation from the boar, he eventually laid in silence just inside the thicket. Filled with excitement, I waited for another 30 minutes, before climbing down from my tree.
It was getting dark and I was anxious to leave the hog woods to retrieve some reinforcements. However, my first task at hand was to run off a sow and her pitch-black piglets. This was more difficult that one would think, but they did eventually leave. I left my stand and started walking back to the access road where Mack and Scott were waiting. During my walk, I kept a watchful eye for large black objects in the shadows, especially when I approached the last feeder before the access road.
Once at the access road, I excitedly told my tale to anxious ears. We all pile onto Scotts golf cart and headed back to find my prize. Upon inspection of my ambush location, we were all in agreement that my quarry couldn’t be far away.
A brief walk through the brick wall thicket produces my first harvest of a big game animal with a bow and arrow. We took the boar back to the campsite, took some nice photos, weighed it, and I field dressed the animal quickly. The weight of my reddish brown boar was 83 pounds. I had the skull measured and entered it into the NCBA records for that year. The measurement of the skull was 15", giving me 11th place in the NCBA standings for 2007. On top of all of that, I netted a nice amount of pork for the freezer!
Prior to this hunt I had some bad bow hunting experiences leaving my confidence badly shaken. I purchased my bow, new at the beginning of the year and had tuned and practiced to close to perfection, at least in a target situation. After breaking through my lack of confidence, I felt like bow hunting is finally opening up for me, and this was a turning point for great experiences to come.
We arrived early afternoon on a hot day during the first week of August 2007.
Once on the property, we met up with Scott’s business partner Mack. We quickly checked on several feeders and the signs were looking good for feral hogs in this area.
My stand location was about 20 yards from a corn feeder, just on the inside edge of a nice coastal swamp. A walking trail snaked along the edge of the swamp out to the access road. On the opposite side of the walking trail was an immense briar thicket field where the bottomland monster hogs called home. I was hunting several hundred yards off of the access road at the second feeder in. It was hot in the stand and my mosquito netting was much appreciated.
After an hour or so of waiting, the corn feeder started throwing out the afternoon meal to the benefit of the impatient local wildlife. The first visitors were squirrels. Within a half an hour some larger locals made their presence known. A large black object scurried through at around 100 yards behind me.
The first to come warily out of the thicket was a medium-sized reddish brown boar. He was directly across from my location and then started down the walking path away from me. While closely watching for all signs of an ambush, the boar slowly started towards the draw of a free meal. I carefully drew an arrow back on my 2007 Ross Cardiac. I watched the boar as it walked in directly facing me, leaving me with no viable shot. To his misfortune, he turned just slightly leaving me a small window for a shot. Knowing that the boar was just about to come over the trail I walked in on, and most likely leaving in a hurry, I took the shot. The broadhead hit the animal hard, leaving the crimson arrow lying in the sand behind where the boar was standing. After a brief but fierce retaliation from the boar, he eventually laid in silence just inside the thicket. Filled with excitement, I waited for another 30 minutes, before climbing down from my tree.
It was getting dark and I was anxious to leave the hog woods to retrieve some reinforcements. However, my first task at hand was to run off a sow and her pitch-black piglets. This was more difficult that one would think, but they did eventually leave. I left my stand and started walking back to the access road where Mack and Scott were waiting. During my walk, I kept a watchful eye for large black objects in the shadows, especially when I approached the last feeder before the access road.
Once at the access road, I excitedly told my tale to anxious ears. We all pile onto Scotts golf cart and headed back to find my prize. Upon inspection of my ambush location, we were all in agreement that my quarry couldn’t be far away.
A brief walk through the brick wall thicket produces my first harvest of a big game animal with a bow and arrow. We took the boar back to the campsite, took some nice photos, weighed it, and I field dressed the animal quickly. The weight of my reddish brown boar was 83 pounds. I had the skull measured and entered it into the NCBA records for that year. The measurement of the skull was 15", giving me 11th place in the NCBA standings for 2007. On top of all of that, I netted a nice amount of pork for the freezer!
Prior to this hunt I had some bad bow hunting experiences leaving my confidence badly shaken. I purchased my bow, new at the beginning of the year and had tuned and practiced to close to perfection, at least in a target situation. After breaking through my lack of confidence, I felt like bow hunting is finally opening up for me, and this was a turning point for great experiences to come.
Intro
Hi. My name is Lee. I started this blog to share some stories and adventures that I have experienced in the outdoors. I have been a hunter for a number of years, and a bowhunter for the past 4 years or so. However, I have been into archery since I was a teenager. As hunting for deer with a rifle became less of a challenge for me, I started looking for a way to add challenge to my favorite sport. And the use of bow and arrow certainly did that.
For anyone that enjoys the shooting sports as I do, you are welcome, and feel free to comment.
For anyone that enjoys the shooting sports as I do, you are welcome, and feel free to comment.
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