my little 9 year old girl is ate up with bow hunting.
last fall she took a turkey a deer and a quail.
this spring she has taken numerous squirrels, a big swamp rabbit and other various wildlife.
The hog she prized most was getting the best of her. We made (including dad) every bow hunting blunder possible. From dropping a camera on the drum like floor of the blind just as her quarry was stepping to range. To a release hook that wasn't quite snapped in place sending an arrow a few harmless feet out the front window of the blind. Tears tried to come at times but she got tough and fought them off. So after a long battle (8 hunts over the last month) with a savvy group of swine, the wind and solar light cooperated. The small group of pigs was finally in front of us and she sent a modified swacker through the shoulder and out the arm pit. As the pink glowing nock sped away into the darkness our excitement leaped. the flight of the light was short however as the glow came to an abrupt stop only 25-30 yards away in the darkness. we knew that either the arrow had broken or our prized hog was down for good.
the scene of our attack left no doubt that the recover would not be in question. a quick flash of our light in the direction of our 17" long tracer equipped bullet showed it was in fact still attached to our barbeque pits new best friend.
last fall she took a turkey a deer and a quail.
this spring she has taken numerous squirrels, a big swamp rabbit and other various wildlife.
The hog she prized most was getting the best of her. We made (including dad) every bow hunting blunder possible. From dropping a camera on the drum like floor of the blind just as her quarry was stepping to range. To a release hook that wasn't quite snapped in place sending an arrow a few harmless feet out the front window of the blind. Tears tried to come at times but she got tough and fought them off. So after a long battle (8 hunts over the last month) with a savvy group of swine, the wind and solar light cooperated. The small group of pigs was finally in front of us and she sent a modified swacker through the shoulder and out the arm pit. As the pink glowing nock sped away into the darkness our excitement leaped. the flight of the light was short however as the glow came to an abrupt stop only 25-30 yards away in the darkness. we knew that either the arrow had broken or our prized hog was down for good.
the scene of our attack left no doubt that the recover would not be in question. a quick flash of our light in the direction of our 17" long tracer equipped bullet showed it was in fact still attached to our barbeque pits new best friend.
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