So I couldn't find any rain gear and decided to just scotch guard a pair of pants and a jacket. Well it didn't work. Saturday morning, 38 degrees, steady rain, and soaking wet in the tree stand. I forced myself to stay seeing as how I have so little days in the field. This spike walks out and faces me under the feeder. Somehow he turns around and quarters away opening up his left arm pit. I told myself.....Man up and suck it up. Somehow I stopped shivering, drew back, focused and let it fly. Complete pass through and sticking in the dirt.
Spike ain't no match for the long bow. Given the day, its a trophy to me.
Spike ain't no match for the long bow. Given the day, its a trophy to me.

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